The day had been going surprisingly well for Twilight Sparkle, the alicorn Princess of Friendship in Ponyville. For some reason she had today marked with a red X surrounded by a red heart on her calendar, but couldn’t remember why. The red X didn’t seem to mean anything, and she hadn’t taken any notes. Even Spike had been confused. The little purple dragon was always on top of her schedule, so if it hadn’t been him that put the X and it hadn’t been her, then, well, it could have been anypony!

She had decided not to let that bother her, and instead started her day with a looming sense of dread. The sort of feeling you get when you’ve left the gas to the oven on with a candle burning across the room and 12 cats sleeping peacefully upstairs in their cat sanctuary.

All that foreboding dread came crashing to an end when she timidly went to the market and everypony cheerfully greeted her with “Happy Twilight Day!”

At first she’d been confused, merely staring blankly at Daisy, one of the flower trio ponies, but then she’d awkwardly returned the greeting. “Happy… Twilight Day?”

Daisy had laughed back. “That’s the spirit! Have a good Twilight Day, Twilight!”

Twilight had looked at Spike, and Spike shrugged, clearly out of the loop as well.

When the next pony greeted her with “Happy Twilight Day!” and a smile the size of a watermelon slice, she couldn’t help but return the cheerful grin and the greeting. By the time she was done with her shopping list, she’d been swept into the spirit.

The cheery smiles and exuberant attitudes had just oozed fun! Maybe it had been something Rainbow put together with Mayor Mare as a kind-hearted prank? Somepony had circled it on her calendar, and everypony else seemed to know about it, so it couldn’t be all that bad.

After a surprisingly welcome day in the market, all she had left was checking up on a clothing order from Rarity. With a knock, she let herself into Carousel Boutique.

“Happy Twilight Day, Rarity!” She giggled.

Spike rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless.

Rarity shouted back from behind the counter, “Oh! Happy Twilight Day, Dear! Imagine, the mare of the hour visiting my shop! Just a moment! I’ll be right out.”

Twilight beamed happily as she looked around the shop. Rarity was busy today, and had many fancy outfits on display for pickup.

Spike huffed. “I’m glad it’s Twilight day and all, but when is it going to be Spike day? I do a lot around here, too!”

“I’ll talk to Mayor Mare about that. Maybe we can alternate. I don’t really need a ‘Twilight Day’ every year.” The little dragon really did deserve some recognition for his hard work.

Spike poked his chin in thought, then nodded. “Thanks! I’d like that!”

Twilight smiled warmly, “Anything for my number one assistant.”

Rarity stepped out into her shop, still behind the counter as her voice nearly sing songed. “I’ve got your order ready, Twilight.”

Twilight was surprised, “The whole thing?”

Rarity frowned, slightly offended, “Yes! Of course. You needed it for today, remember? I’d never leave a client waiting. Especially you, dear!”

Twilight furrowed her brow. “For today? I thought my order was two dresses for next week’s visit to Canterlot?”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes. I still have that order. I’m one dress into it, the other will be done tomorrow. I thought you were here for this order? The Twilight Day order you put in last month? Remember?”

Twilight blinked. “No?”

Rarity tilted her head, “No? What do you mean, ‘No?’”

Twilight shuffled nervously. “I mean, I uh, don’t remember coming in for that…”

Rarity stared at her silently for a moment before speaking in a slow voice. “I spent all month acquiring rare materials, sizing you intimately, designing very particular clothes for a very particular client, and you don’t remember? Darling, there are pure gold chains in this outfit designed by Silver Lining, a world renowned minotaur white-smith. The chains alone cost more than most ponies make in a year, not to mention the impossibly rare faux leather I sourced for you that you put so many enchantments into. You paid up-front, and I reduced my over-head fee to ten percent, which was still far, far too much. And now you’re saying that you don’t remember?”

Twilight looked at Spike in alarm and he shrugged back, “I got nothin.”

Rarity glared at Twilight, “Now that I think about it, you’ve never brought Spikey-Wikey to the planning for this… You really don’t remember, do you?”

Twilight frowned, “Why wouldn’t I bring Spike? He helps me with everything! I’d forget to eat if it wasn’t for him!”

Spike solemnly nodded, “It’s true. It’s happened.”

Rarity looked quickly between Spike and Twilight, then sighed. “Spike, dear. Can you do me a favor? I have a chest of gems I need sorted by color in the basement. It may take a few hours, but you can help yourself to a few.”

Spike’s eyes glittered, “A few?”

Rarity glared at him, “Yes. Just a few. I’ll be down in a little while.”

Spike threw himself down the stairs like a bolt of lightning looking for the only cow in an otherwise empty field, and the fate of that chest was about the same as the cow.

Rarity glared at Twilight as she floated a box over the counter, “Here’s your order.”

Twilight curiously looked at the door to the basement, then back to Rarity, then the box. “What was that about?”

Rarity sighed, “If you really forgot, somehow, then I’m going to have to explain this order to you. Also, Spike will need something to distract him tonight. I’ll let him stay here. I’m sure you had other plans for him, but if you don’t remember this order then I’m equally sure you don’t remember those plans as well!”

Twilight took the box in her magic. “Why does Spike need a distraction?”

Rarity reached forward, tapping the box. “Let’s just discuss what I’ve made for you, and maybe that will jog your memory…”

“Okay…” Twilight carefully slid the top off the box, and peeked inside.

Folded on top were beautifully carved golden chains. “Wow! These are gorgeous, Rarity!”

Rarity smiled. “Of course! Do be careful, they’re real gold. It will be easy to scratch them and they won’t hold up if you struggle with any real effort. They’re entirely for show. Then again, as we discussed, almost any metal would be for show since you have alicorn strength. Hence the delicate gold.”

Twilight levitated the chains carefully out of the bag, “Struggle?”

Rarity nodded. “Yes. Now, they attach to the straps below.”

Underneath the chains were round, leather like belts of various sizes. Twilight curiously pulled them out. The buckles were gold, and the leather was strong. Each had a golden hoop built in that was designed to latch onto something. “What are these?”

Rarity listed them off. “One collar, one tail wrap, one bridle, one belt, two wing wraps, and four hoof-cuffs. Each designed to attach to a specific chain, and to your exacting specifications. They are exceedingly comfortable, and the inside is lined with rare Willow Feather down. They will hold up under quite a bit of stress, and are very easy to clean. Silver Lining even numbered the latches so you know which chain to hook them up. I thought that unnecessary, as you designed them, but now that may be of value. It’s designed into the filigree, if you look closely.”

Twilight leaned forward, inspecting the fancy little loops and seeing a cleverly disguised “2” on one of the latches. It matched up nicely with a similarly disguised “2” on one of the chains.

That sinking sensation of dread was creeping back into Twilight’s mind, slowly filling the back of it with unease like leaky plumbing filling the walls of a bedroom.“This is all very impressive Rarity, and absolutely stunning, but what is it for?”

Rarity lifted the buckles out, and passed them to Twilight’s levitation. “First lets finish going over your order. Next is the corset. This was entirely of my design. It’s a simple black affair, lined with a beautiful pink trim. The inside lined with the same Willow Feather down, so you’ll stay snug and warm, and it’s quite stretchy and forgiving. Additionally, you yourself came and enchanted it to hide your wings. When you put this on, you’ll look like a regular unicorn. A particularly sexy unicorn, as the design accents your flank quite provocatively, but a unicorn nonetheless.”

Twilight closely inspected the corset, picking it up herself. The material was soft, probably one of the softest things she’d ever felt. And when she unfolded it to see the cut, she blushed. It wasn’t designed to hide anything. If she wore this properly, it would even prevent her from properly covering herself with her tail like a decent mare. This wasn’t just a little provocative, this was straight up a fetish outfit.

“Uhh…. Wow.” Was all she could say.

Rarity hmmed, watching her intently. “We’re not done yet, Twilight. We have your stockings, both red and fishnet, your red panties, a pair of gold inlaid blinders, your, um, earring, and of course your, ah, amulet.”

Twilight blinked, levitating the rest out of the bag. She had no idea what to say. “These… panties and stockings seem very delicate.”

Rarity nodded. “Indeed. They are one time use accessories, designed to fray with wear. I supplied quite a stock as you liked the material so much.”

Why would she ask for destructible undergarments? Twilight decided that she didn’t want to think about it too hard, and instead lifted the amulet for a closer inspection. It was a fairly large golden heart, with her cutie mark masterfully carved into it. “I suppose this hangs off the collar?”

Rarity smiled. “Yes.”

Twilight squinted, trying to figure out what the dangling golden heart reminded her of. “This looks less like an amulet, and more like an obscenely expensive dog tag…”

Rarity's answer was nervous, and she didn’t quite make eye contact as she carefully spoke, “That was the idea. You, ah, wanted to serve the town and be…obedient… in your own way.”

Twilight looked at the other bit of gold that also looked like a dog tag. It was flat, less ornamental, and more functional. On it were two hearts, one large and one smaller, with the word “Breeder” underneath. The other side was blank, but polished to a mirror surface. She shivered as she inspected it, something about it made her deeply uncomfortable.

Rarity smiled nervously. “I tried to convince you to get a second one, but you told me that, ah, cattle only had one ear tag… which, honestly, is not something I knew previously. Nor did I ever discover how cattle related to this outfit.”

Breeder? What the ever living Luna? Twilight responded flatly, with no emotion in her face or voice, “I don’t have pierced ears.”

Rarity shuffled. “You got them pierced a month ago, remember? The little black ring in your left ear is designed to clip into the, ah, earring.”

Carefully Twilight put her hoof on her ear, and felt a small metal bauble attached. She stared at Rarity in sheer disbelief. Twilight had never gotten an earring, she’d thought the practice impractical at best. “Is this a prank?”

Rarity coughed. “It’s not a prank, Twilight. You’ve been extremely insistent. The girls and I have been supportive, even if we didn’t entirely agree with you.”

Twilight looked back at the box as she slowly and carefully folded all the gear and put it back inside. “So what was the plan here? Put this on and parade through town to let ponies ogle me? You haven’t convinced me that this isn’t some bizarre prank.”

Rarity licked her lips, speaking slowly, “I’m not sure how to say this, dear. So I’ll say it directly. You rented out the town hall for the evening and through tomorrow. You sent an impressively adult invite to the entire town. I’m not sure who, exactly, but just yesterday you were excited over your nearly three hundred RSVPs…”

Twilight’s eyes widened in fear as the pipe in her wall burst, and the dread flooded out of the back of her mind into the forefront of her thoughts. “What, exactly, did I intend, Rarity?”

Rarity’s horn lit up as she shuffled through a drawer, “I kept mine. I dearly hope you’re not offended, but I wasn’t particularly interested in participating. It’s far too daring for me.”

Twilight’s mouth was dry as the note floated over and in front of her face. As she grabbed it, the first thing she noticed was the hearts. The letter was covered in hearts, and the content made hers drop.

“To my dear Ponyville,

I love you. I love every one of you, and I intend to prove it. I’m inviting any and every interested adult to consummate my love on this year’s Twilight Day at the town hall. As a new tradition, it’s the one day a year where you get to have intercourse with a princess! RSVP to this letter, and I’ll schedule you for an up to 10 minute window with me on Twilight Day! I’ll be giving love with my mouth, and taking it in both of my bottom holes, so let me know which of the three is your favorite in the RSVP! I’ll get back to you with your scheduled time, and position. Remember, this is 100% adults only, and I know who you all are! Couples aren’t just okay, they’re encouraged! This is about my love for every single one of you, and by royal declaration it isn’t cheating. Especially if you both come!

Excited for your love filled responses,
Princess Twilight Sparkle. “

Twilight dropped the note, and began to breathe a little too fast. “Buh?”

Rarity picked the note back up with her magic, shuffling it into the drawer. “Quite.”

Twilight looked down at the box of fetish gear. “Beh?”

Rarity sighed. “I’m going to close the shop for the day and spend some time with Spikey-Wikey. Sweetie and her friends are staying at Fluttershy’s for the night. You should probably take this and head on over to the town hall. I think you don’t have too much spare time until your, ah, evening starts, and you might want to make sure your… event… is in order.”

Twilight stood in the town hall, unsure of exactly how she’d gotten there. Had she stumbled to it? She’d been lost in thought, merely moving on autopilot. Hardly thinking about anything, really. Absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. Certainly not about the promise she’d apparently made to the entire town.

Twilight wasn’t that kind of mare. She wasn’t really any kind of mare. She’d never done anything, let alone something that Rarity balked at. Rarity had always been the one with the stories about fancy Canterlot parties that devolved into groping and illicit relationships. The only other friend with a racy story was Rainbow, but she only had one story she’d tell. It was about a Wonderbolt party turned orgy, and Rainbow had ostensibly skipped out before it got too heated.

But Twilight herself? Well, she’d been content to quietly blush with Fluttershy while Rarity told a bit of heated gossip. Twilight found both sexes attractive, but she’d never bothered to pursue either of them. She wasn’t against it. The effort merely seemed like too much work, all things considered.

The real question was if it was true, then how did she coordinated all this.

“Twilight! There you are! I was worried you wouldn’t show, and then we’d have all these disappointed ponies, and then I’d have to do something about it but I really didn’t want to because I’m all about a good time but not this kind of good time, no offense, and they’d be let down to find me instead of you anyways, not that I’m not everypony’s favorite I’m just not what they’d expect, and then it would be a disaster and I’d have to write an apology note and then it would be so sad and weird instead of happy and weird, not that I think this is weird, but some ponies do, at least that’s what I’ve heard.”

Of course. Pinkie had helped.

“Pinkie?”

The pink pony bounced into view, smiling as she held her clipboard. “Yup! Still me! Now hurry up! I have you scheduled to start in twenty minutes with the Cakes, because I knew they’d be gentle and help warm you up, and after that we have the Riches, certainly not because they donate so much to the mayor, and then there’s…”

Twilight chose not to think about everything Pinkie had just said. “You’re a little excited, even for you.”

Pinkie smiled big, stuffing the clipboard into her hair and pulling out a giant thermos. “I came prepared! A thermos full of pure espresso and two boxes of bitter black bean scones to get me through the night.”

Twilight stared at her over sugared and over eager friend. “You need to eat real food.”

Pinkie laughed. “This is my usual all night party kit, Twilight. I’ll eat something healthy in the morning, like a pie.”

Twilight sighed in exasperation. “Pie? Empirical evidence suggests that you should eat something with protein in the morning to get the most energy out of it. Like oats or eggs.”

Pinkie snorted. “I’ll pass. I think you’re gonna eat enough protein for the both of us.”

Twilight deflated, changing the subject, “So, ah, how long have we been planning this again?”

Pinkie looked at her in confusion. “A month? Remember? You came to me with a stack of letters and asked me to deliver them to the whole town, and then I was all like, ‘Wowie Zowie! This is super kinky, but a party is a party! I can help organize this!’ and you said, ‘Thanks, Pinkie! You’re the bestest best most vanilla friend ever!’”

Twilight blinked. “Vanilla?”

Pinke laughed. “Yeah. I only like stallions, and only if I’m dating them. Even then, I’m kinda boring when it comes to sexy times. I could never, ever do something as brave as this! I guess that’s why you’re a princess and I’m just a party planner!”

Twilight still wasn’t convinced she was doing this, but she also didn’t know how to tell Pinkie. “So, uh, about that…”

A relieved voice carried from in the Town Hall, “Twilight! I’m so glad you showed up, I was getting worried thinking this was some sort of elaborate prank!” Mayor Mare stepped around the curtain, smiling.

Twilight forced a grin. “Why ever would you think that?”

“Well, Pinkie coordinated most of it, and you know how she likes pranks!”

Pinkie giggled, “Yes I do! But not this time. I’m kind of uncomfortable this time, and that’s not okay for a prank.” She winked at Twilight, “But it’s okay for a friend!”

Twilight shivered. “Ah.. Ha… ha…”

Mayor Mare resumed talking, “But then you raised so much money! The donations you got will really help renovate town square, fix our fountain, and get the lead out of the school’s drinking water!”

Twilight’s smile turned into a grimace. Did Mayor mare just say that the school house had lead in it’s drinking water? “That’s kind of a big deal…”

Mayor Mare sighed, “It is, which is why I was so grateful! I’m not too shy to thank you for scheduling me so soon, either! I’m in at an hour and a half, and I can’t wait to see the outfit you were so excited about. The mounting table has been set up, hoof delivered from Applejack’s farm by Rainbow Dash. Also, Fluttershy left a little box for you, but hardly said a word before she ran away.”

Twilight’s mouth went dry as she wheezed out her answer. “Whee… huh.”

Mayor Mare smiled teasingly, “I hope you don’t get cold hooves now! You’d leave nearly all of Ponyville heartbroken!”

Pinkie chimed in, “And blue balled! Don’t forget that!”

Mayor Mare laughed, “That’s true! I’m amazed how many ponies actually signed up. We hardly ever get this sort of participation in our town events.”

Pinkie snorted, “Well, it’s probably the only chance any normal pony is going to get to bang a princess. I know Rainbow would have definitely signed up if Twilight wasn’t one of her best friends.”

Twilight frowned. “Why wouldn’t she?”

Pinkie sighed, “Well, Rainbow said that you’re hot, but it wouldn’t be cool like this.”

Twilight’s frown deepened, “Rainbow thinks it wouldn’t be cool?”

Pinkie’s smile faltered, “Um… Sort of? This kind of came out of nowhere, and Rainbow was happy to help, but wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about the whole public sex thing. She knows you want to do something nice for the town, but, well, she feels like she’s more to you than a pony in the town. So as one of your best friends, she felt like she should, ah, support you through this instead of signing up for a time slot. Because to her she wouldn’t be banging ‘a princess,’ but rather her friend, Twilight Sparkle. And that would be weird to do in public. I think Fluttershy maybe felt the same way.”

Twilight’s frown flickered into a smile. “That’s kind of sweet, I guess…”

Pinkie pointed to the open part of the hall. “Anyways, we’re running out of time! You need to get dressed! You’re scheduled to start with the wing wraps, the red leggings and panties. We’ll switch to your ‘hardcore’ outfit at midnight, with the fishnets and the corset. Every hour you get a new pair of stockings and panties, and a water break. Chop chop! Hurry up!”

Mayor Mare brushed a little too closely by as she walked out, flicking Twilight in the nose with her tail and giving Twilight an indecent flash of the mayor’s soft skin underneath. The lewd flash was the last tolling bell to funeral for the prank theory. Mayor Mare would never have done something so blatantly indecent for a prank. “Go get em, girl. I’ll see you soon!”

“Ha.. Ha.. hu…” Twilight wheezed as she stumbled to the main room.

The wooden stand was made of apple-wood, and even smelled of apples. A plush red cushion lined the top, and the shape had been perfectly carved to support Twilight’s body as she lay on it. On the sides were gorgeous golden loops, with filigreed numbers that likely matched some of her chains. Even more interesting, each of the four sides were decorated with a single red heart, large and central. It was perfect to support her core comfortably for hours while still allowing access to… everything. Even the cushion was coated with some kind of shining material that would keep stains off.

Twilight looked around the empty room, taking it all in. There were rows of seats, enough for the whole town, and her wooden table was on the stage where the Mayor usually gave speeches. It looked like the seats were to accommodate ponies waiting their turn. Pinkie had a little station on the side of the stage where she was going to call up ponies in pairs, one for the front and one for the back, to prepare them for their turn. There were tables of snacks, bottles of water, and a chalkboard with some chalk.

As Twilight carefully donned her very expensive and obscene outfit while doing her best to not think about it, she turned to Pinkie. “I get the snacks, but what’s the chalkboard for?”

Pinkie looked at her and cocked her head. “It was your idea?”

Twilight bit her lip. “Yeah… Um… maybe you can remind me?”

“Okie dokey! You said you were gonna cast a spell that would sometimes make your eyes turn pink and make little heart bubbles come outta your horn. You wanted to record how many times it happened, so anytime I see it I’m gonna make a chalk mark. You told me it was for science! Did you cast the spell?”

Twilight was not aware of any such spell. “I’m not so sure that’s going to happen, but if you see it then make a mark I guess. Any accurately collected data is good data.” She also wanted Pinkie to mark down a time, but apparently that wasn’t something the ‘other’ Twilight has been worried about.

As she slipped on the various belts, she began to wonder what she was doing. She had no memory of preparing this, and was about to do something unheard of. Surely something, somewhere was the cause of this. Had she erased her own memory? Her friends knew how to check for changelings, so it wasn’t a changeling that had done this. Even her own, very real ear had been pierced.

All the information pointed to her setting this up, not a body double. But why? Why would she come up with such a ludicrous idea, and how could she gain the confidence to go through with it? The only reason she was even as far along as she was was because of the town. She didn’t want to let them down, especially the school house.

But was she really going to do this? There was only so far being a pony-pleaser would push her, and she was pretty sure having sex with most of an entire town was well past that limit.

And yet, she clicked the last latch into place on her straps. Huh. She’d put the whole thing on. The obscene corset came later, but the leather-like bands and the chains alone were lewd enough. One of the chains stuck to the tail wrap and pulled her tail forward, forcing her to bare her backside to the town. Or rather, for the town.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she licked her lips. Cautiously, she opened the box from Fluttershy to find a strange gift. A set of bunny ears that used a reinforced heart clip to attach to her bridle along with a small note.

“Twilight,
I’m not going to come visit, but I’m rooting for you! I was thinking about it, and ponies in front might want to grab your ears. With how many ponies you have planned, that might start to hurt. So I thought why not give you cute little handles that don’t hurt if they’re pulled? You’ll have to tell me if they worked. Good luck!

Love,
Fluttershy”

Twilight smiled. Her friends were so thoughtful. Each one had contributed to this weird project in their own heartfelt way, even if Rainbow had only delivered the stand. Something about that made her feel warm and fuzzy, and as the ears slipped on she shivered.

Maybe…

Maybe she could do this.

Twilight stepped onto the stand, and settled down into it. She was surprised by how comfortable it felt. It was literally made for her. Idly she wondered if she’d tested this while Applejack had made it, or if Applejack was just that good.

The warm feeling dropped from her stomach as she heard a click. Absentmindedly, she’d latched herself into the stand. It was if her body knew what to do and was on auto-pilot.

Suddenly clear headed, she looked around the room. She was strapped on an altar in the middle of an auditorium, about to be fucked for 24 hours straight. This wasn’t her. Panic filled her, and her legs began to shake. This was wrong.

She tried to call out, but nothing happened, the bridle keeping her smiling. Awkwardly, she checked the magic in it. It had been enchanted, and it was with her magical signature.

The panic deepened as she checked the rest of her outfit, something she should have done long before she put it on. Why hadn’t she done that? Rarity had even mentioned that Twilight had enchanted it, and yet Twilight hadn’t investigated. That wasn’t like her.

There was something on her hooves that weakened her, and the gold chains had been strengthened. She actually couldn’t break free from the soft gold. Her wings had been locked tight, unable to open or even struggle against the bands that held them. Her magic was being re-focused through her earring. It was acting like a giant thaumatic magnet, twisting her spells around her body and ripping complicated ones apart. She’d be able to do simple levitation and maybe magic sensing, but only weakly and only in her immediate vicinity. Teleportation was straight out.

Her collar had a more complicated spell. It kept her breathing, even with her mouth closed. It also kept her from speaking. Even more complicated spellwork was in the tail wrap. She tried not to think about the enchantments on the tail wrap, but they made her feel tingly and warm down there. So very warm…

Twilight squeaked, now the only sound she could make. “Eh!”

The amulet felt heavy on her neck, and then almost lifted her. Powerful spells were hidden in it, and right now she was too distracted to properly probe them. The absolute worst and most terrifying part of all of this was that it was definitely her spellwork. She recognized her magical signature.

She’d planned this, somehow.

Should be afraid? Excited? Worried? Did she trust herself? All these thoughts and more burrowed into her mind like worms into soft dirt as ponies started to shuffle in, gawking. How had she let herself get into this situation? She should have stopped at any point. Why were so many ponies here? Ponyville didn’t, couldn’t have this many swingers.

She recognized all of them. Each and every one was a friend, an acquaintance, a business associate, and more. As the ponies streamed through the door they’d lock eyes with her, glancing first at her face, then at her flank! Some even walked across the hall to gawk at her obscenely lifted tail! Twilight shivered and struggled to move as Thunderlane whistled from somewhere behind her, and the flower trio giggled to each other as they kept glancing at her.

These were her friends, but they looked alien.

The Cakes had came in and were happily chatting with Pinkie Pie. Mr. Cake looked at Twilight, and waved with a smile. Twilight flicked her ears forward, then back as she was forced to smile at him from the bridle. It was the closest she could get to responding, and after she’d done it she worried it had looked like a “come here” sign.

His smirk certainly seemed to say so, and he only shook his head and pointed at his non-existent watch. Clearly it wasn’t time yet.

Pinkie got up on the stand next to Twilight and pulled a microphone out of her hair. “Adult Ponies from Ponyville, let me thank you for coming tonight to make my friend’s dream come true. It’s a weird one for sure, but we’re going to do it for our princess! For the next 24 hours, your princess, Twilight Sparkle, is going to be your fuck-toy! You get to use and abuse whatever royal hole you are scheduled for during your allotted time! Here’s how it’s going to work. I’m going to call you up before it’s…”

As Pinkie’s announcement went on, Twilight continued to panic. She was trapped and minutes away from the first sexual experience of her life being a likely record setting pony train. She wanted to say that she was not prepared for this, but the enchantments in her tail wrap certainly made her feel prepared.

In fact, the more she focused on that warm tingling, the near itch racing through her body, the more a little voice in the back of her head demanded Pinkie stopped talking and started calling names. Twilight shook her head and blinked, licking her lips through her forced smile.

“And with that, I’d like to say it loud and proud, and then hear it from the crowd! Repeat after me, ‘Happy Twilight Day!” Pinkie shouted to the crowd.

Twilight felt her body rumble as the crowd roared back with enthusiasm, “Happy Twilight Day!”

The reverberating rush made the back of her brain tingle. They were cheering for her. They were cheering for her gift to the town, something that some part of her had done for celebration.

The magically enforced smile felt less forced as Carrot and Cup Cake took the stand and made their way around her. Cup stood in front, and looked down sweetly. “You’re beautiful. Don’t worry! We’ll warm you up nice.”

Carrot was behind her. “Thanks for this, Princess. You’ve been good to us since you came to Ponyville. Now let us be good to you.”

Twilight’s world narrowed down to just her lips as Cup leaned forward to kiss her. She tasted sweet, like sugar and flower. How many ponies would Twilight taste tonight? The tingle on her lips was a sensation she’d never felt before, like a little bee that tickled her sensations just beyond her mouth. It kept buzzing her, and that’s all she could feel and all she saw for a brief moment in time. Would every kiss feel like this?

Twilight licked her lips and locked her eyes on Cup.

Cup pulled back, and grinned big. “Looks like we have a raw one, Carrot. Be gentle…”

Twilight felt a hoof on her flank, and breath under her tail. “You know I always am, sugar plum. Besides, she’s all ready to cook. Looks like she came oven ready out of the package…”

Twilight swallowed as the crowd cheered and Cup leaned back down.

Author's Note

Written for Twilight Day, during Twilight Day. Mostly unedited, so please let me know if you see anything wrong! Porn bits added in the following chapter(s). Well see what ponies show up and what they're into! This author's note edit may change the updated day, but I swear it was posted on Aug 6th! lol.