“Thirteen shelves down and five shelves to- achoo!” Twilight Sparkle sneezed, disrupting the field of levitation keeping her feather duster afloat, sending it clattering to the floor.
Not the first time she’d do so and surely not the last, given the thick dust often made her hay fever act up. At least she wouldn’t have to climb down the stairs to go get it like non-unicorns did. But then again, most ponies she knew didn’t have her allergy issues.
“Ugh! How does Spike put up with this?” Twilight rubbed her nose with the frilly hem of her gown, which only tickled it further and made her have to stifle another sneeze.
The sound of a door opening caused the unicorn mare to turn her head towards the ceiling above her, followed by the pitter-patter of tiny dragon feet as they made their way down the stairs.
“Oh, sweet sweet freedom!” Spike made a show of yawning while stretching his tiny arms before scratching his belly. “Such a beautiful morning, isn’t it Twi? I loved sleeping in!”
Twilight grumbled under her breath, “I am never gambling again!” by way of response. Couldn’t the teenaged drake enjoy his time off without having to rub it in?
“Aw, come on, Twilight! What’s there not to like? The birds are singing; the sun is shining and there’s not a cloud in the sky. It’s well over seventy degrees outside and it’s not even seven yet! You can have fun cleaning the library, but I think I’m going to go hang out with Rarity today. Maybe I’ll even go gem digging to pay her back for that favor she did me last night…”
“Favor? She totally got lucky is all!” Twilight maliciously swiped at a pile of dust from one of the library’s shelves, holding her breath as she swept it into a nearby wastebasket. “Poker is such a huge waste of time! Now instead of working on valuable research in my lab, I’m stuck doing menial labor and… and… achoo!”
Twilight sneezed with enough violence to coat the shelf she’d just been working on in nasal discharge and dust kicked up from feather duster. “Blech!” She reached for a potion bottle capped with a spray attachment and gave the shelf a generous helping of disinfectant before scrubbing it down vigorously with the nattiest rag she could find in her possession.
“But it builds character, Twilight!” Spike couldn’t keep the smug grin off of his face. “Besides, fair’s fair at the end of the day. Rarity was prepared to help you sort all of your books if she’d lost.” Spike gave a wistful sigh, his expression distant yet vaguely content. “My Rarity is nothing if not loyal to her friends and perfect in her magnanimity.” He held his nose up just as she did.
“Fine, but do I really have to wear the dress?” Twilight pinched at the tightly-fitting stiff polyester/cotton blend white, black and burgundy maid’s gown covering her body. The skin beneath her fur tingled at the pinch of her cloth-shoed hoof.
“Oh, come on, Twilight, it was part of the deal! And you don’t want to let Rarity down, do you?” Spike replied, making the not-so-happy housekeeper feel the slightest bit guilty.
Twilight didn’t immediately respond, distracting herself by directing the feather duster in her aura to dust off the top of the books resting on the study table she’d placed them on, setting the duster next to them when she was done.
It wasn’t everyday you’d meet a pony who would whip up a dress for you for free after winning a bet. But that was just the kind of mare Rarity was. As magnanimous a friend as one could hope to find, even if she was never going to consider dating a sub-adolescent Spike. Ever.
And the dress itself wasn’t uncomfortable to wear. Just very distracting being accustomed as she was to being nude most of the time, as is typical of most Ponyvillians. When she had to wear anything, Twilight preferred cotton to be sure, especially with the sun shining in through the windows to her arboreal home and making her sweat. But this dress was practical for the purposes of doing housework, where bending and stretching for hard-to-reach places made strength and playability more practical than comfort and breathability.
There were even pockets to stash all sorts of cleaning supplies sewn into the fabric, and Twilight knew from all the lab work she’d done that one can never have too many pockets to hold various things. And objectively, the gown was eye-catching with its gold and purple stars highlighting the various hues present in her mane and tail, further accented by its frilly white border to match her eyes. Indeed, if circumstances arose, it’d make for a decent lab coat in a pinch.
“Of course not, Spike! I just… feel weird dressed up like this indoors. Like I’m at a stranger's place and not at home with my books.” Twilight restacked the books she’d removed from the shelf she’d just sneezed on and having sterilized the surface adequately — only 99.99% clean was an unfortunate fact of life — she wrapped them in her lavender aura and loaded them back onto the shelf in their proper order, with the spines facing outward.
Spike’s self-satisfied expression was replaced with one of mild concern. “That makes sense. But I have to agree with Rarity on this one. It does… suit you.”
Twilight reflexively raised her hoof to her face. She felt that familiar tingle again as she touched it, combined with a radiant warmth that spread all across her visage. “It… suits me?”
“Well, not like that!” Spike looked away bashfully. “You’ll always be the Twilight who likes books, magic, and science to me, but I have to admit the dress does look nice on you. You know?”
Twilight nodded and quickly turned away from Spike before he could catch a good glimpse of her suddenly hot face. All she knew was at that moment, she needed privacy and lots of it. Her lab beckoned to her and the solitude it provided was just four shelves away. “Thanks, Spike. And… I’m glad you get to take the day off… for a change.”
“You are?” Spike replied, sounding uncertain.
“Yes.” Twilight grabbed another stack of books from one of the unfinished shelves and placed it carefully on a nearby table.
Spike caught her eye as she was setting the books down; he looked almost guilty.
Twilight smiled at her adopted baby brother. “You do deserve a break after all the times I’ve made you do this. I feel like at times I’ve failed to appreciate the service you do to this library. Go enjoy your day with Rarity. I’ll make breakfast for myself once I’m done here.”
“You’re making this really hard for me to gloat over, you know!” Spike pouted, his arms folded defensively.
Twilight giggled. “It’s alright, Spike. But don’t forget to take your chalcedony vitamins before you head over to Rarity’s. You don’t get enough of it in your diet and need all of it you can get to build strong bones.”
“But they’re icky!” Spike made a face. “Fine. Talk to you later!” Waving his farewell, he made his exit, presumably to try to win the affection of Rarity while munching on the tasty gemstones they found in the Pleasant Valley mine near Maripony where the Diamond Dogs lived. They’d been an issue in the past the Mane Six had to deal with but they’d caused no trouble since the last time they’d captured Rarity; not after she’d promised to torture them with endless painful whining if they didn’t behave.
Her brief distraction having left the room, she was left to clean the remaining four shelves. It was no real challenge. Twilight probably didn’t even need the ladder but she felt more comfortable knowing it was really clean by seeing the cleanliness with her own two eyes. And so she stretched out from atop the ladder, holding her furniture spray in one field of magic and the dust rag in the other. The garment snugged tightly against her belly and teats, briefly snagging one of the latter as she stretched herself out to get a view. It tweaked it, causing her to fumble the feather duster again.
And again, there was that familiar tingle.
“It’s like the dress won’t leave me alone!” Twilight tugged at the fabric clinging to her belly some more, wondering if it had been somehow enchanted by Rarity to continually stimulate her strangely erect teats. She wouldn’t put it past her; it was just like Rarity to make a garment specifically designed to not let you forget you’re wearing it.
While the Element of Generosity might lean towards overly-gaudy on even the best of days, she was a highly skilled seamstress who made functional and well-fitting dresses. It was why her business was in such high demand, even in working-class, grit-between-your-hooves, Ponyville.
She did look great in it, at least according to her friends. Hay, even Spike had said so, and he would normally never notice Twilight — his mother figure — as being pretty. But was it true? Had Twilight been given the dress at Rarity’s shop, she’d have been shown her reflection wearing it as soon as it was done. But Rarity had delivered this dress to her home the night before. And having woken up the next day early to get started on Spike’s chores, she’d been too tired and not nearly caffeinated enough to think to look at her own reflection.
But thinking back to Spike’s reaction, Twilight couldn’t help but wonder — did she actually look good? What does looking good even look like? Twilight never really gave the issue of desirability much thought; friendship was more than enough of a task, having only come to Ponyville the year before.
The issue weighed on her mind as she worked through the next three shelves, repeating the process of removing the books, dusting them off, then cleaning the surface of the shelf before putting the books back in.
She stifled another sniffle at the dust she’d kicked up, resolving to hit herself with an antihistamine potion as soon as she could. “One more shelf to go and I’m free to do science!” Twilight did a precarious little bipedal rump-shaking happy dance before climbing down the ladder. And woe to the poor soul who called it a stepladder.
She’d left the easiest shelf for last. This one contained books for very young foals that sat in a very long shelving unit. It was cut directly out of the trunk of the Golden Oaks tree itself, standing at about ankle level to Twilight in front of a padded ‘play place’ part of the library. There was even a small window that ran along the wall next to the bookshelf so that the little crumb crunchers could look outside at the garden.
The only challenge here would be bending over to get into those tight crevices with her dust rag.
Twilight grabbed a fresh rag. The one she’d been using was nearly black — much to her disappointment — and moved the entire stack of books away from the wall, dusting each meticulously. All the better to make sure Ponyville’s foals don’t choke on dust.
As she bent over, she noticed a pleasant breeze coming in through the open window immediately, aimed almost perfectly at her exposed and slightly sweaty hindquarters as it was. Feeling its caress keenly, she promptly placed a hoof to her lips and it pried them open to allow the moving air passage inside her, sighing happily as it all but lapped against her sweaty backside and overheated marehood with cooling relief.
Her tail began to flag hard, swatting the raised glass window with a loud thunk as she suddenly recognized the compromised situation she’d just put herself in. She realized with a start that anypony standing near the front of the building would be able to see her, presenting her marehood for inspection.
A waft of her own erotic scent, that of ripe blackcurrant berries, forced its way through the collar of her dress, and into her nose. For if they saw her, then they might just…
Twilight grit her teeth and refocused on her work, trying to dispel the strangely alluring images running through her mind. She was just being naïve. “Maybe Rainbow Dash is right and I do read too many books.”
But Twilight only began to sweat harder as she continued wiping up the remaining shelves, only too painfully aware that she could be sexually exploited by ponies unseen at any moment, mares and stallions alike, drawn helplessly to the sight of her exposed and excited marehood.
Inexplicably, the thought only caused her desire for it to increase.
She was rushing as fast as her unnatural posture would allow, hooves slipping slightly on the shiny playmat as she raced to complete her task. Why did this single shelving unit have to be so unnaturally long? The furless dock of Twilight’s tail was now sopping with a cold sweat that crept its way downwards drop by drop and trickle by trickle, compelled by gravity to run down directly into her nethers. The air-cooled droplets tickled their way across the dark purple mounds of her labia majora before disappearing into her long, black socks.
Twilight whinnied desperately, redoubling her efforts to dust and distract herself, but the scent of her arousal and the assault of chilled sweat only intensified, pouring over her clitoral hood and down the sides of her labia minora.
“Celestia… please make it stop!” Twilight pleaded as she struggled to place the books back in place with her now unreliable magical levitation abilities. At this rate, there wasn’t going to be a Donkey Decimal System check on those books she’d checked back in.
Only after the last book was in place did she turn her head to face the windows behind her, where she saw… Nothing. Where Twilight expected relief, she found only a profound sense of disappointment at such a predictable anticlimax. Why was nopony about? Fluttershy was always up early in the morning. Twilight could easily imagine the look on her shy friend’s face seeing one of her best friends displaying themselves like apples at the town market. She might even want to taste them for herself…
Twilight’s cheeks flushed harder and her marehood involuntarily winked at the idea. “Okay, I think I’ve had enough of being a maid today!” Twilight spoke aloud in a panic. Her ears bowed, she made her way swiftly down the hall separating the two wings of the library, opening the sealed door to her laboratory with her horn.
Now inside the heart of the tree, surrounded by the comfortable and familiar, Twilight’s out-of-control libido subsided immediately. Roots protruded from the walls, floor, and ceiling, even wrapping their way around pipes and tubes. A modern state-of-the-art vacuum tube computer dominated the center of the room, used to assist Twilight in making logical calculations, which made it useful for a variety of tasks but otherwise left her stumped as to how Pinkie Pie operated. A thick shielded cable connected it to a massive Tesla coil rested atop a large wooden slab carved from the tree itself.
She unzipped the dress and shrugged it off, followed by the socks. “Completely soaked!” Twilight cringed slightly, before tossing the entire ensemble into an empty plastic specimen container and slamming a lid on top of it. Her spoor lay so thick upon it that it made her eyes water and her nose tingle. Surely one little ‘accident’ would justify her ditching the gown and fulfilling the rest of her contracted house cleaning without wearing the embarrassing outfit.
“Stupid dress! Ugh!” Twilight glowered at it, sealed away but still managing to mock her from its translucent cage as she began fiddling with knobs and buttons on the console to her tesla coil. After a short while, it began to hum; the lights on both the computer, integrated monitor, keyboard and printer all turning on at once. She tapped a hoof on the floor of the lab, impatiently, waiting for the computer to load.
She decided then and there that she was going to burn the stupid thing after she’d put in an honest day’s work in the lab. To that end, she gathered up a soil and seed sample from a gallon-sized drum beneath her work desk, a pair of electrodes and an electronic device with a number of oddly-shaped openings lining the top of it. According to Spike, it looked like a cross between a jeweler's display case and a waffle iron.
“There’s no other choice. I’m going to have to tell my friend I can’t do it anymore.” Twilight plugged the jeweler waffle iron into a port on the side of her Tesla generator, causing the lights to turn on. She withdrew a lab coat from a closet and clothed herself, not even giving eye contact to the closet she’d pulled it from with magic. As she withdrew it, a mop handle propped inside it fell to the floor with a thwack, knocked over by the levitated garment.
“I’ll pick it up later!” Twilight grumbled to herself, securing the unsullied lab coat to her lithe, nubile teenaged form with a satisfying zip. “Right now, there is critical research to be done! So let’s science!” She didn’t even want to think about what Rarity or Spike would say about her turning a noun into a verb.
She yanked at a locked drawer to her desk, confirming it was still secure. Sure, the door to the lab itself was locked and she didn’t expect thieves in peaceful Ponyville, but still better safe than sorry. Opening the lock with a spell, she withdrew a glass case containing a number of small crystals of various shades and hues. They glowed slightly in the dim light of the crystal-lit room.
Powerfully magical but also very tasty-looking to a young drake, they were an appealing if potentially fatal snack if Spike had found them, making double-locking the gem case a matter of utmost necessity.
Twilight filled in most of the waffle iron holes on the lower clamshell with gemstones and closed the upper half of the clamshell over it, before flicking a switch on the side of the case to activate it.
A bunch of zeros and ones started flashing across the monitor on her screen and the printer began spitting out paper into a convenient container on the floor beneath it.
“Everything seems to be in working order,” Twilight proclaimed to herself, slapping a pair of thick protective goggles over her enormous pony eyes. “It’s time to see what makes Earth Pony magic tick!”
Hours passed as Twilight ran simulation after simulation with different combinations of crystals. Reams of papers spewed forth from her printer, so many in fact, she had to reload the ink and paper multiple times. The monitor on the wall was scrawled with arcane-coded language that only Twilight could read, displaying the current gem configuration, magical radiation levels, radiation types being sent down the wire, as well as an index number indicating how many tests had been run — a number which could be searched on the computer’s saved files later for reference.
It even recorded hardware details like the voltage being emitted by the electrodes at the other end, and other key system information that would inform Twilight of a critical fault in the hardware that — among other things — would prevent mechanical failure or fiery misfortune from ruining a good day at the lab.
Occasionally, there was a knock at the door of her lab. Each time it was Spike, reminding her that she had to do things like eat and drink. Twilight told him to leave her be, but he insisted it was for her own well-being. Did he not understand the value of this research? But she nevertheless accepted his offers of dandelion sandwiches, hay fries and water, if only to alleviate his concerns. And because his dandelion sandwiches were honestly delicious. Somehow, he always knew just the right amount of mayo to use.
By her two-hundred and fifty-sixth experimental run, she could no longer ignore the absence of sunlight. The clock on the wall told her she’d been running experiments for fourteen hours, yet she’d still been unable to germinate the sprouts inside her bucket of dirt.
Twilight powered down her equipment at last and headed up to the shower. She dumped the dress off into the washing machine along the way. Her earlier annoyance gone, and sticky, seed-covered backside cleansed of all impurities, she decided that perhaps setting her dear friend’s clothing on fire after a bad day wasn’t the nicest option.
“At least I know what didn’t work!” Twilight said to herself, tucking herself into bed and smiling. Comforting herself with the knowledge that she had at least produced useful data which would benefit Ponykind, she settled down as soon as her head hit the pillow, noting Spike was already snoring softly in his smaller bed beside her. Within minutes, like him, she was fast asleep.
Twilight’s head swam. A cacophony of ghostly, incoherent voices punctuated by fits of laughter swirled around her as she floated weightlessly through a dark void.
Twilight’s consciousness partially engaged, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t will her eyes to open. Her heart began to race. All at once, she felt part of her body weight come down on her hind legs while the rest of her was held suspended upon a nothingness she could not perceive. The laughter grew louder, not cheerful but harsh as if they’d shown up to see a criminal, condemned to meet an unjust and cruel fate.
Twilight still couldn’t open her eyes but more and more details were coming into focus. Her neck and forelegs were held down by an immovable force that chafed slightly into her fur. Her belly was pressed up against something hard. Twilight’s attempts to escape by pushing up from it with her limited hind leg purchase only allowed her a small degree of forward momentum, causing the garment she’d been clad in to press against her flesh in a pleasurably familiar but very unwanted sensation. Her legs, too, were clad in the same stretchy fabric covering most of her body. Behind her, Twilight’s tail flagged freely; it was the only thing she could move without obstruction.
“Help me,” Twilight whispered as her predicament became clear and the voices behind her only grew more and more into focus. She could make out individual voices now. The voices of some Ponyville’s citizens and even her five friends.
“Help me!” she whimpered, louder this time, sensing herself trembling with fear and something like excitement. But why, she couldn’t yet say. Her ears twitched against a steady warm breeze that slightly ruffled her mane. It was humid, as it gets when a rain-producing cold front approaches town behind an area of dense high-pressure.
“She’s waking up! She’s waking up, everypony!”
“Wow, Twilight! You’re looking good from down here!”
“She can clean my house anytime!”
“Look at her flag that tail and wink. She can barely keep from orgasming on the spot!”
The voices were all female. Twilight couldn’t recognize them but they couldn’t help but excite her still further as she sensed their eyes on her and heard all their increasingly suggestive comments. She could smell herself now, reeking of blackcurrant cream. Her entire body was soaked in the scent of her own arousal and if it was that overpowering in her own nostrils, then there was no question everypony around her could smell her just as strongly.
“Somepony, help!” Twilight screamed out, feeling an orgasm begin to churn in her hindquarters as the teasing continued and she continued to give an involuntary show for her audience. Her eyes still closed, she could make out wood fibers pressing in on her from her restraints. To confirm her growing suspicions, she tapped experimentally at the floor beneath her. It made a very wood-like thunking sound.
“This isn’t happening! Let me out!” Twilight begged, trying to focus her strength on casting a spell to shatter her bonds. But she soon gave up, unable to generate even a single spark from her horn, her ability to cast or move anything but her frantically flagging tail somehow blocked. It felt like an unseen force was pressing down against her from all sides, preventing her from focusing enough to so much as cast a levitation spell.
“Be still!” A commanding female voice shouted with an echoing boom, causing the ponies to immediately stop talking, if not leering. Twilight stopped struggling. Too afraid to even move as she sensed a new and far more powerful presence, save for the involuntary winking and increasingly frantic squelching sounds coming from her inexplicably aroused exotic entrance, she slumped down against the slab supporting her stomach.
“P-Princess… Luna?” At her spoken words, Twilight was finally able to open her eyes. But she shut them again immediately as her worst suspicions were all confirmed at that moment. It appeared that the whole town had surrounded her, most prominently her five friends at the front of a very large pack of mares. Torches lit the faces of some of them; their unfriendly expressions ranged from simple amusement to savage pleasure.
Worse, even her beloved friends were mocking her. Fluttershy wore a sneer Twilight had never seen on her face before while Rainbow Dash was pointing and laughing. Rarity’s eyes bore a malicious gleam as she openly critiqued her friend’s anatomy while a flat-haired Pinkie Pie cackled like a hyena at the sight of her. And then there was Applejack, who gave Twilight a derisive salute with her stetson.
“We meet again, Twilight Sparkle!” Luna replied warmly, her cosmic glowing mane and tail, lit against the backdrop of a gray and cloudy sky. In fact, it was hard for Twilight to see anything at all beyond the borders of her open-air prison. Nor could she see beyond her immediate surroundings, given an odd fog almost eradicated any feature of the terrain within her narrow scope of view.
It was only after focusing on Luna for some time that Twilight realized the Princess wasn’t wearing her usual regalia. In fact, she wasn't wearing anything at all. Were it not for her supernaturally flowing mane and tail, she might have just been a very beautiful but otherwise normal pony that just happened to have both wings and a horn.
“Princess Luna. Please… What is happening to me? Where am I? Why is nopony helping me? Please help!” Twilight’s voice cracked like a tiny filly’s.
“We are prepared to do just that, Miss Sparkle,” Luna replied calmly as she approached her, stopping a few paces away. “But we cannot do this without thy help.”
“My help!?” Twilight snapped back, feeling a moment of indignation despite her state. “Princess, I can’t do anything! I can’t even use my magic!”
“Thou canst do far more than thou think, but thou hath choosen not to.” Luna’s hoof falls thudded heavily against the wooden platform they were standing on as she circled Twilight. “Thou art in a dream, Twilight Sparkle. Though are currently ensnared by a nightmare of thine own creation. And as our duty is to see to the well-being of those ponies who exist within the dream realm, thy situation concerns us gravely.”
“Th-this is a dream?” Twilight blinked. “But… but… why can’t I wake up?”
“‘Tis indeed, Twilight Sparkle. As to thy question, thou continue to sleep because thou dost not want to wake up. Because ‘twould seem thou desire thy predicament as much as thee dread it. ‘Tis a very heady dream for thee, but ‘tis also a very dire one. For thou art very vulnerable in such a state, prey for the demons of dreams who feast on fears and fantasies. They can use such powerful thrills and terrors to compromise thy mind, and Equestria can ill-afford a mage of thy power falling into their thrall. ‘Twas how The Nightmare herself gained control of us,” she recalled, her lips tight.
Twilight shivered, and this time, it wasn’t entirely from excitement.
“The danger is dire enough that we’ve seen fit to intervene. Thou art terrified, insecure, and most of all, frustrated by thy own inaction.”
“B-but what can I do, Princess? What have I done to deserve this? Those mares look like they’ve come to see me suffer! I-I’ve only tried to be a good friend to them. A-and assist them as needed! Why are they acting like this? Please… if this is a dream, I just want to wake up!”
Twilight gave a weak lunge forward with her hind limbs but accomplished nothing except to display her sopping backside even more prominently as the mares standing behind her laughed. A few even whistled as if showing their appreciation for the show; she even overheard the flower trio of Daisy, Lily Valley, and Roseluck discuss making her the greeter at their flower shop; Twilight even heard Lily even suggested selling pots sculpted to look like her fully-presented form.
“Truly?” Luna raised a skeptical eyebrow, giving a knowing look around her as her audience just laughed even more derisively, seemingly unconcerned by Luna’s presence. “Art thou certain of this, Twilight Sparkle? For ‘twould seem to us that thou art in fact highly aroused by thy present predicament. That to be bound and gazed upon so lewdly ‘tis in fact thy greatest fantasy made real!”
“It is not!” Twilight shouted back, her words belied by a trickle of precum rolling down her inner thigh that caused all her leering onlooking to lean closer. “Please, Princess Luna… I just want to wake up!”
Her words were met with renewed laughter. “Now that’s a gall-darn lie and you know it, Twi!” Applejack chastised, making a swatting motion with her Stetson. “Be honest!”
“You said it!” the flat-maned Pinkie added as she mixed a batch of batter in a bowl and poured them into cupcake molds she had somehow obtained that were in the shape of Twilight’s bare backside. “You say you wanna wake up? Now that’s the best laugh I’ve had all year!”
“Such flagrant falsehoods are utterly unbecoming of a lady, darling!” a smirking Rarity added, turning her nose up at Twilight, who found her terror slowly being replaced by anger. “How dare you besmirch my dress by refusing to acknowledge that this is exactly what you desire!”
“What she said. Sure looks to me like you want us all to ogle you, Twi!” Rainbow Dash laughed as she laid a foreleg over a smirking Gilda’s form—wait, when did she show up? “And believe me, we are! What do you think, Gilds?”
“I think she’s a total dweeb, but dang if she ain’t putting on a good show for us,” Gilda agreed as she now wore an outright leer. “Thanks for inviting me over, Dashie. That maid outfit on her alone would be worth the price of admission. But to also see her rear so naked and needy?” She didn’t answer her own question except to slowly and very suggestively draw her tongue over her beak, causing Twilight to shiver.
“You want to wake up? Even my animals know that’s not true, Twilight.” A still-sneering Fluttershy was suddenly surrounded by most of her home’s denizens; Angel Bunny was even wearing an art smock and standing before an easel holding a tiny paint-dabbed palette as he held up his brush vertically, closing one eye as he studied her presented form closely. He then began eagerly painting the scene as the other animals watched and offered their own chittering commentary.
Luna could only nod in agreement as the rest of the crowd then chimed in, all saying to a pony that Twilight was lying. Their words caused her to squeeze her eyes tightly shut and sob, her shame deepened by her marehood now weeping as much her eyes. “W-well, Princess? Aren’t you g-going to make fun of me, too?” she managed between her cries, fearing that Luna was going to do exactly that. But instead, the royal sister gave her a sympathetic look, moving to fill her field of vision.
“‘Tis not our place to offer judgment for thy most fervent fantasies, Twilight Sparkle. ‘Tis the right of every pony’s imagination to express itself, and believe us when we say we have seen far worse ones than this. But ‘tis not to say we are not moved by this scene. For even after a thousand years of imprisonment, we can still tell when a mare is feeling needy, Twilight Sparkle. And worse, denying those needs to thyself.” Luna’s gaze turned disapproving for the first time, redoubling Twilight’s sense of shame.
A shame that only made her exposed loins burn hotter, the scent of her lust redoubled anew by the grip of the maid’s gown against her fur. Her mouth suddenly very dry, Twilight silently admitted the truth of the Lunar Sovereign's words. “It’s my dress, isn’t it? This horrible, terrible dress! Is that what this is about?”
In front of her, Rarity went mortified and fainted only to be caught mid-swoon by Spike, who hadn’t been there before. To her relief, he gave her an angry glare instead of a leering one. “Now see what you did, Twilight? You offended Rarity! She put a lot of work into that outfit, you know!”
“Come on, you know I didn't mean it like that!” Twilight tried to claim, wishing she could slap a blindfold over the baby dragon’s eyes. “And what are you doing here, Spike? You shouldn’t be seeing me like this!”
“Oh, like I haven’t seen it all before?” Spike rolled his eyes as he began fanning a fainted Rarity, otherwise paying her no mind. “Will you please just accept that you like being ogled in that dress before you hurt her again?”
“Methinks thy scribe speaks true, Twilight Sparkle.” Luna disappeared from view as she circled the imprisoned mare once more, pausing behind her. “Such details as this dress thou wear art very relevant to each pony’s dream. The question thou must ask thyself is simple, then: why is it relevant to this one? Canst thou tell the truth? Methinks thy scribe and friends have already spoken it.”
“I…” But Twilight trailed off as another, even more urgent question gripped her. Does Luna enjoy what she’s seeing? Twilight’s hips bucked reflexively as if to ensorcell a stallion serpent into taking the plunge into her virginal lovenest. Wait — did such a creature even exist?
As if in answer to her unspoken query, she sensed Luna lean closer to her. “We must admit… however modern the tastes and material construction of this particular garment may be, they do look alluring on thee,” Luna said at some length. “We might well like having servants around adorned with this odd garment.”
Twilight took a ragged breath at the admission, feeling a wave of pure headiness wash over her that threatened to make her climax on the spot. I’m not going to cum in front of all of these ponies! I’m not! Twilight’s trembling, borne not of fear but pure exhibitionist lust, only intensified further; the fires of her many unrequited desires burning still hotter as if contained by the wall of a dam. Or maybe… I can’t? “S-Servant?” she repeated with a squeak, her marehood winking hard at the word.
“Indeed. Were the role of servant one thou wouldst seek to have in my royal court at Hollow Shades, We certainly wouldn’t deny thee that honor.” As she spoke, Luna came back into Twilight’s restricted view, strutting suggestively, a pale sheen emanating from her coat, reflecting the waning, dying daylight of the gloomy sky. More than that, her voice seemed to have changed in timbre from a purely platonic interest in an endangered subject to something far more… interested.
Twilight’s mouth suddenly turned to ash and it was all she could do to speak her next words. “Princess Luna… if you would have me… I would… serve you…” Twilight spoke robotically, in a voice seemingly not her own; every syllable she uttered caused her heart rate to speed up further.
Luna’s smiling face drew closer until their very horns were touching in an act of unicorn intimacy she’d read about but never once indulged in before then. “We see. Then before thou swear such an oath, know that we demand absolute obedience and truthfulness of all our servants, Twilight Sparkle. So if you want to serve us, then answer carefully: wouldst thou serve us even now? In front of this crowd of ponies? And canst thou admit the truth of thy dream?”
“The truth…?” Twilight went weak-kneed at the suggestion even if she wasn’t already bound in place. She blinked to realize that her crowd of onlooking ponies had suddenly doubled, with an equal number of bat-ponies suddenly present in her audience as day made the turn to night; their slitted eyes glowing softly as they remained locked on her swollen slit.
It took all her courage and will to speak her next words. “Princess. This morning… I… I had a fantasy wearing this dress.” She bowed her head in shame as the entire crowd laughed at her words.
“Ha! I knew you had it in you, dweeb!” Gilda’s voice was heard speaking in the distance. “You owe me twenty bits, Dashie!”
“Yeah, yeah… But I’m proud of you too, Twilight. You’re still an egghead, but at least you’ve got a refined taste in fetish!” Rainbow laughed again, rubbing wings lewdly with Gilda to the sight of her. “But speaking for myself and Gilds here, we still want to see you actually go through with it!” her words elicited an eruption of concurring cheers and nickers.
“But I can’t!” Twilight whimpered pitifully as her climax fretfully refused to burst forth from her quivering marehood; she sensed it would be the thing to finally wake her up. “E-Even though I… really want to!” she barely squeaked, her voice scarcely louder than a whisper.
“Dear, Miss Twilight! Is that so?” Leaning in closer Luna softly stroked the surface of her horn against that of Twilight’s, producing gentle showers of pink and purple sparks from their horns as Twilight felt her entire body light up with sexual pleasure. “Then tell us, young student of Our Sister… when thou wert wearing the dress earlier, didst thou feel the same way as thou dost now?”
“Yes!” Twilight cried out in agonizing need, finding she was now soaked in her own sweat and marecum as if she’d been standing out in the rain. But the aching in her nethers only grew by the second as did her need to be not just ogled, but enjoyed. “I had my back turned to the window, but I imagined ponies seeing me. Taking advantage of me! Having their way with me! I wanted it to stop but it wouldn’t.”
“She’s a freak! A monster!” A nameless thestral mare cried out; a chorus of assenting voices joining her proclamation. “We have heard enough, Luna. By your sacred moon, put this wretched creature out of her misery!”
“Banish her into the Twisting Nether!” Another mare’s voice rang out.
“No! That’s too good for her! You should send her to the sun!” an unseen stallion’s voice added.
“Or better yet, let her take your place on the moon!” an accented thestral stallion spoke.
“She deserves far worse than all that! Send her back to Magic Kindergarten!” suddenly a new but strangely familiar voice thundered, causing her to cringe and flag her tail even harder.
“Silence!” A streak of lightning followed by the boom of thunder filled the humid air, which was suddenly filled with dark clouds seemingly conjured by the Princess herself. Within seconds, the rain fell in torrential sheets as the crowd of onlooking ponies fell quiet, but stood unmoving beneath the deluge
Twilight’s blood grew cold despite all her helpless excitement and not because of the sudden monsoon. For it had been her own voice, condemning herself to a thousand years of darkness. Somewhere in the crowd, she was somehow watching herself. And even she thought herself an irredeemable degenerate.
But Luna didn’t.
Instead, Luna trusted her. Saw fit to help her. Blessed Twilight inside of her dreams, standing with her in her darkest dream moment. Chased the demons of the Nether away so that would never haunt the dreams of ponies. But why then were they here now? Why wasn’t Luna driving them back into the dark place? Unless…
Twilight swallowed, very hard. “Princess, I have something important to request of you,” she asked with a calmness she definitely didn’t feel.
“Anything, Twilight! Just ask,” Luna answered in an understanding air belied by her coy and mischievous face.
Twilight’s gaze grew hard, her eyes hooded like a cobra’s. “I suddenly understand what I want. And what I am! By your Moon itself, take me, Luna. Take me in front of all of them!” she nearly came from the admission on the spot.
Luna closed her eyes and leaned forward. “Of course, our faithful servant!”
Twilight did the same. The welcome press of flesh greeted Twilight’s thick equine lips before their tongues embraced at last. Twilight’s body relaxed even as the sound of the uproar from the crowd grew rowdier and rowdier. But to her relief and even greater arousal, they were no longer calling for her punishment but her release. Still, none of it mattered but the taste of Luna and the touch of her magical aura, caressing and covering Twilight’s body in tendrils of warmth.
For what did it matter if she were trapped in stocks for the rest of her life if Twilight could spend it with her?
Suddenly, the rain had stopped. Twilight opened her eyes as the clouds cleared and the last fleeting rays of the sun passed beyond the horizon, replaced by a starry sky and a bright full moon.
Luna broke the kiss slowly, gazing into a suddenly dazed Twilight’s eyes. “‘Tis but a small gesture of my gratitude for thee, Twilight Sparkle. Thou saved us, so we will now save thee! Allow us to penetrate thy inner sanctum and recompense thy heroic deeds when first we met.”
Twilight whimpered again from the expression of affection that only fed her unrequited desires further. Her nethers burned like the most blighted cell within Tartarus itself and yet she couldn’t cum. The pressure of unreleased magic behind her horn felt like it was ready to burst. Her exposed flanks glistened in the moonlight, wet with both rain and her own sacred nectar. “I-I am your servant, Princess! Do with me what you will!”
“We were hoping thou wouldst assent for us to take full initiative in this endeavor, mine lovely maidservant!” Luna replied, her voice now far huskier than before. “Even before this blessed eve, we have noticed thy love of our starry sky, and that thou hast found succor in the embrace and presence of our Night.”
“Yes, my Princess! I study the stars every night I am privileged enough to witness their splendor!” Please, for the love of all things cosmic, please rut me already, Luna! Twilight rebuked herself in silence, hoping the alluring alicorn was not reading her thoughts. No! I can’t think like that. Luna will start when she’s ready.
Luna laughed. “Such restraint! We can feel thy nethers churning from within our Dream and yet still thou wait for release. ‘Twould seem thou art not only a heroic mare but a patient one. But, lo! The hour of waiting has ended, Twilight Sparkle. ‘Tis my honor and duty to deliver you, so by my precious moon, let it be done!”
“Eep!” Twilight screamed as what felt like leafy tendrils began wrapping around her wet, sticky legs. Her eyes snapped open, allowing her to quickly identify their source. “Luna, your mane!”
“An olden trick of ours. Consider it our gift… to thee!” Luna gave the tip of Twilight’s ear the gentlest of nips as her starry mane extended tendrils that rapidly overran Twilight’s rump. To her frustration, they seemed to deliberately bypass her still-dripping marehood entirely in favor of wrapping themselves around Twilight’s tail, restraining it as firmly as steel cables and lofting it as high as it would go.
The crowd cheered lustfully as Twilight started to giggle crazily, no longer fighting but reveling in her open display
“‘Tis clear, Twilight Sparkle, that thou love the attention of your adoring followers, and they love thee in turn! Promise me but one thing before I release thee from thy stocks of mare-made lust.”
“Anything! Yes!” Twilight shouted over the din of raucous cheering from the assembled mob.
“That thou wilt no longer deny thy friends or thy followers the bravery that comes from honesty. That thou will be courageous in the face of fear, for thou art strong and beautiful as well immensely powerful. There is no shame in letting others see it. Dost thou understand, Twilight Sparkle?”
She nodded sharply. “I do, Luna. B-but I can’t give myself to every single pony who wants me. N-no matter how much I secretly desire it!” Twilight’s words made her feel dirty but she could not deny their validity.
“Then make time in your day, week, or month for it, my newest servant,” Luna teased her servant’s fleshy nub with the slightest whisks of her cosmic mane, bringing her past the brink of climax repeatedly without consummation. “Balance thy deeds according to reason, lest ye be consumed by madness.”
“I promise! I promiiise!” Twilight screamed, feeling like she was all but ready to explode.
Luna smiled lasciviously and nodded. “Then our pact has been sealed!” With those words, she inserted her tendrils directly into Twilight’s marehood.
“Ahhhhn~!”
Another tendril of mane speared forth, as strong as hemp rope but as soft as silk, plunged deep into her nethers, sending a wave of fresh blackcurrant marecum leaking into her maid outfit socks. Twilight gazed into her lover’s icy blue eyes. The indescribable sensations of hundreds of thin strands of stellar floss spreading into her most sensual and intimate place, again and again, left Twilight’s mouth agape. Reality appeared to cut off around her. The cheers of the crowd began to dim. The starry sky flickered and faded around her as she realized her long-awaited release was finally nigh.
“Thank you, Luna… for everything. I… love…”
But before Twilight could finish her heartfelt declaration, she felt the dam within her break as the stocks securing her body shattered, flying off into the all-white void beginning to engulf them both. And as the largest orgasm Twilight had ever experienced, one that stimulated every single nerve in her body, tore through her, the scream she made was lost to the void itself.
Twilight awoke lying on her belly in bed with a cry of pleasure that she futilely tried to muffle with her pillow. Tearing it from her mouth as the air retreated from her lungs, she gasped for air only for yet another orgasmic wave to strike, even harder than the last. She threw her head back hard enough to crick her spine and continued crying out as tears of pleasure streamed from her eyes.
“Luna! Ahh~! Thank you! Ahhhhh~!”
“Twilight!” Spike began beating on the door. Part of him had to know what she was doing despite being so young.
And the thought only thrilled Twilight more.
“Spike, Ahhhhhhhh~!” Twilight whipped the increasingly cum-soaked sheets off of her body and hugged the mattress for dear life as yet another colossal wave of pure rapture began to break over her body.
“Twilight! Are you okay?” Spike called again.
“Yes! Celestia, yeeeeeeees!” Twilight came again, splattering the door on the other side of the room with bolts of cum powerful enough to make a sound. Her maresong echoed loudly off the walls, rattling the panes of glass to her wide-open window as the sonic reverberations escaped out into the darkness of Ponyville proper.
“Twilight! I’m going to get help. You sound like you’re in trouble!” Spike called back through the door.
Others were coming. Who knew how many other ponies would find her like this — laying in a pool of her own vaginal secretions? Perhaps dozens of ponies! Perhaps they would want to see her do it all over again!
“No, Spike. Ahhhhh yeeeees!” A fanatical smile of both the saved and the doomed spread wide across her face as the damning evidence of her sexual misdeeds leaked out into an unprepared Ponyville. And finally, after perhaps a minute — who could really know for sure when it felt so amazing? — gasping for air and covered with sweat and spunk, she rolled out of bed and onto four shaky legs.
The sound of Spike running down the stairs told Twilight that the dragon hadn’t believed her when said she was okay.
Twilight felt herself up. She was as naked as the day she was born. Her old friend and nemesis, the maid gown, she’d left in the washing machine the night before. Twilight could practically feel its embrace already, drawing the eyes of curious onlookers to her curves.
Looking over the state of her stained sheets and filly-cream streaks stretching from one end of the room to the other, Twilight laughed, running a hoof through her bangs.
“I really should go catch up with Spike before he alerts the entire town. Poor little guy!” Glowing with pride, Twilight made her way downstairs, stopping at the side-loader crystal-powered automatic washing machine. “Then again, I don’t suppose it’d hurt to search for Spike… as the maid!”
Withdrawing the article of clothing and quickly drying it with a magic spell, she zipped herself into it, savoring the way it gripped her body as she strutted her way to the front door and grabbed her feather duster for good measure, tucking it into one of her many pockets.
If she was going to be a maid from now on, after all, then she may as well start making house calls.
