Happy Twilight Day!

by tailsopony

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Mystery
Length: 16106

It's Twilight Day! Only, Twilight doesn't remember why. Or what... But everybody is being so nice anyways!

Happy Twilight day! Twilight isn't sure what it means, but everyone has been saying it to her today. Even Spike's at a loss. Luckily, Rarity can fill her in before the rest of the town does.

I wrote this for Twilight Day because I didn't know what it was or who decided it, just like Twilight.

Warning tags:
Free use, Scheduled Debauchery, Dub-Con, Public Use, first times

Inspired by Selenophile's pic, very NSFW. There are many alternates, which I tried to work into the story.
Derpi# is:
2920721

Published 2022-08-07 04:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-12-04 18:22:56 UTC

Twilight Day

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.

Twilight eats cake!

Cup was gentle. Very gentle. Twilight was kissed over and over again as Cup lovingly held Twilight’s face in her hooves. Each kiss made Twilight’s mind buzz and her ears tingle. The collar kept Twilight from being able to return the kisses proper, but Cup’s light nibbling around her lips was worth experiencing thoroughly.

What had surprised Twilight was how gentle Carrot was being as well. He was also kissing her, quite lovingly, but around the base of her tail and through her now thoroughly soaked panties. Each of his kisses made her squirm in her bonds and her wings strain against the tight wraps. She desperately needed to spread them, but the devilishly comfortable wraps simply wouldn’t let her.

It didn’t take long, only a minute or two before Cup winked at her. “You’re delicious, Twilight. Now… why don’t you find out how I taste?”

Twilight couldn’t respond as Pinkie slid a stand similar to Twilight’s out to Cup. The stand had a comfortably cushioned back and wheels that retracted when weight was put on it. Cup climbed on and flipped on her back, letting her tail fall to the floor. While Cup was getting positioned, Twilight's attention was captured by Carrot.

He used his mouth to grab her panties just under her tail, and his fuzzy chin almost tickled as it lightly went down the length of her spread cheeks. Her eyes were open wide as the crowd cheered, and her thin, wetly soaked panties began to tear as Carrot worked them around her flanks. With fanfare, her cutie mark was exposed to the crowd and her very soaked hole was exposed to Carrot’s breath.

Twilight squeaked, “Eh!” as Carrot paused lowering her panties to stare. He didn’t say anything, but she felt the warmth of his breath on her lower lips, and could tell he was breathing heavier. He could see everything, and he let go of the panties to press his snout into her. She felt him sniff, taking a deep breath, then heard him mutter, “Hot damn…”

Agonizingly slowly, he slipped down and grabbed her panties again, stretching the absolutely soaked things around her fetlocks and just above her leg cuffs. The material ripped, snapping into two bits and the crowd cheered again.

Twilight’s eyes focused on Cup’s soft belly as she tried to ignore the aching, burning tingle that was shooting from her core. She couldn’t do anything about it. She couldn’t push her hind end into Carrot, or twist away from his gentle advances. He could see the most vulnerable part of her, and he was going to use it for its purpose. She shuddered, realizing that there was no turning back. She was completely at his mercy.

Twilight’s eyes drifted down Cup’s round belly, and she saw everything the plump mare had to offer. As she looked at the puffy lips once hidden by Cup’s tail, her amulet felt heavier and heavier, the weight forcing her head down. The crowd cheered as her snout pressed into Cup’s folds, and the contact activated some magic in her bridle.

Twilight’s lips parted, and she tasted the most intimate part of another pony for the first time. Cup was sweet alright, and her folds were smooth. Twilight’s mouth and tongue seemed to move of their own free will, but nonetheless she experienced it. Every lick brought a “coo” from Cup, and soon Twilight found herself suckling on Cup’s delicate winking nub.

That would have been more than enough for Twilight, a pleasant and intimate sensation of giving love to a pony that loved her, but it wasn’t the only thing happening. Carrot was climbing on her back, and her red panties hung wetly around her fetlocks, a broken reminder of what he was about to do to her.

Something long and hard slid between Twilight’s legs and under her belly, prodding between her teats and the cushion that held her. Carrot rested his weight halfway up her back, and put his mouth just behind her ears where he whispered to her.

“You are the hottest thing I’ve ever fucked, and Cup will second that when she can string together enough words to tell you. We’ve wanted to pin you between us for years, and now?” He breathed deep in her ear, nibbling it and breathing hotly.

Twilight squirmed, her body screaming about being under a stallion. It wanted him to start, it wanted her to run, it wanted her to submit, it wanted her to fight. She needed to do something, but she couldn’t do anything. Anything at all except follow the demanding magic that forced her to keep eating out Cup’s soaked pussy.

Cup moaned unintelligibly and thrust into Twilight’s mouth as Carrot bit the back of her neck. He grunted through his grit teeth as his cock pulled slightly back, and lifted up to find it’s target. “I’m gonna make a cream pie outta you…”

Twilight blinked back hot tears as Carrot’s hard, hot organ poked her wet labia. The flared head pushed against her lips as he groaned. The bite at the base of her neck felt so primal, so feral that she wanted to scream. She wanted to beg him to breed her, to fill her. She needed his cock, and it was so close.

The magic in her tail wrap pulsed, and she felt an itch that ran through her body. All rational thought left as her ears flipped wildly back and forth and her tail twitched hungrily to the side, the only two forms of free movement she had left. Her wings burned as they fought the straps, and her legs shivered as she struggled to move them, to spread them and welcome Carrot inside.

In a spark of realization, her world changed. Carrot slid inside, and Twilight knew the sensation of being filled. An agonizing itch was scratched, and a deep magic boiled up from the amulet to reward her. This was right. This was how it should be. Cup moaned, and put her hoof on Twilight’s head, grabbing the base of the fixed on bunny ears.

Carrot pushed forward, sliding up her back as he slid into her body, and the crowd shouted once more. He groaned in affirmation as he filled her, sliding deep. “Yessss…”

Twilight didn’t know what the yes meant. She didn’t understand what was happening, not entirely, but she empathized with him. In the back of her mind there was a little voice screaming in victory.

It screamed, “Yes!”

She’d done it. She’d done it with Carrot and with Cup, and she’d done it in front of everypony. Her itch screamed to be scratched once more, and Carrot met the demand. This time, he pulled slightly back and pressed gently forward, skewering her on his dick.

The crowd was going wild, and so was Twilight. Something had clicked, and she realized that the magic in her collar only made her lick Cup’s pussy if she wasn’t actually trying to. It was a stopgap measure, something to encourage her and make sure she knew what to do. She’d never eaten pussy before, so the magic had shown her. Now that she was trying to, it was letting her.

It wasn’t forcing her, it was training her.

She squeezed experimentally with her flank, trying to provide a little pressure for Carrot’s dick as he pumped into her again. The sheer pleasure would have paralyzed her if she wasn’t already bound, but the racing heart and beating blood reminded her of something that she had experienced.

The Cakes slammed into, rocking her gracefully between them like a practiced sports team passing the ball as Twilight had another revelation. She didn’t just like this, she loved this. The sensation of being helpless, of giving and receiving such a natural feeling, of pure unadulterated debauchery and being completely at another being’s mercy; that was what she loved.

The voice in Twilight’s head screamed in victory, and something happened to her. Her mouth froze, her legs quivered and her tail hitched as high as it could. Deep in her belly, a tingle broke free and squeezed Carrot’s dick as tight as it could. She glanced up at Cup and saw a sweaty, smiling face that was gently stroking her cheek.

Twilight’s pussy quivered, and her body shook, and she moaned with a joyous smile. Carrot groaned into her neck. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck…. FUCK!”

With one final press, he pushed deep inside of her and Twilight felt his balls rest against the base of her pussy. He was as deep as he could be, and she had just came.

As she relaxed from her orgasm (was that what it was?), he kept cursing, trying to hold himself back. She snorted, feeling more free as she smiled lazily at Cup. The raw sensation, the fiery emotions and feelings almost made her feel like she was in heat, but in a good way. She’d always hated heat season, but this was something else. This was dangerous.

Her mind stuttered, and her face was forced by the amulet down into Cups glistening mound. As her face was forced by some unknown magic to bury itself in Cup, her body had been readied to welcome Carrot’s gift. His mouth pinched her tight even as he kept cursing, no longer thrusting and only pressing as deeply as he could.

Twilight’s aching body shivered with need, and the purpose of the last bit of spellwork on her tail wrap hazed into view, as if from a dream. The magic didn’t just make her feel like she was in heat; she actually was. Facts lined up in her brain in a neat checklist as they were wont to do.

There were no condoms.

The magic kept her in heat.

The magic held her down.

The livestock tag clipped to her ear said “Breeder.”

Carrot was about to cum deep inside her.

Twilight heard him shout one last curse, and she suddenly knew what it felt like for her body to belong to another. He pressed deep as his cock quivered and flared. She blinked back a panicked tear, unsure of if it was from fear or ecstasy, knowing that she could do nothing to stop this. What was happening was inevitable.

He grunted, pulling slightly back and then thrusting again as something warm filled her. A dancing, tickling sense of satisfaction spread from deep in her belly, below her stomach but above her gut. She blinked back another panicked tear, even as Cup quivered under Twilight’s tongue. Something had changed in that moment, and now it was different again.

Another warm squirt filled her, and Twilight felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. Carrot sighed, relaxing into her back as his flared dick slowly pumped her full. The panic was over. The deed had been done, and her body had accepted it. Shivering, Twilight gave Carrot a squeeze, trying to milk more out of his quickly softening dick. Cup grabbed Twilight’s head, and shoved it into her pussy as a warm, wet gush covered her snout. Cup moaned loudly, and Twilight sunk into her.

As Twilight practically drank Cup’s cum, Carrot gently licked her ear and whispered to her. “You’re a good little mare, aren’t you? And now you’re my little mare… All stuffed up with cake batter, right where it matters.”

She wanted to say yes, she was a good little mare, but all Twilight could do was flick her ear in Carrot’s mouth. Cup moaned again, and Twilight gave her one long lick down the length of her now droopy and puffy pussy. It hadn’t looked like that when Twilight had started.

Carrot lightly chuckled. “Good little mare or not, we both know timing is everything in baking, don’t we? And my batter was timed…” He gave her ear a long, possessive lick, even getting inside just a little, “… just right. I know exactly how to put a bun in an oven. When to hold back, and when to mix it in. And Twilight, my newest little biscuit, you’ve been mixed.”

Twilight’s head lifted of it’s own accord as Cup rolled carefully off the platform, her dripping pussy leaking the whole time as she shakily got to her feet. Twilight’s eyes watched, unable to see Carrot. The crowd couldn’t hear what he’d said, but they saw the effect. Everypony knew what it meant when the heavy thrusting stopped and Carrot possessively licked her.

They cheered, and Twilight shivered. She smiled as her eyes danced across them. Over tonight and tomorrow, every single one of them would be up here. The clapping ones, the nervous ones, the shouting ones, the quiet ones. All of them.

Carrot slid off her back, letting his dick fall out of her pussy, and thick white cum dribbled down her legs and over the now slightly ripped red stockings. She swallowed, and then Cup leaned forward to kiss her. Cup’s voice was quiet, but roared over the crowd.

“Don’t worry, little biscuit. Pinkie is a great babysitter. She’ll take care of them when you visit to play with us.”

Twilight shivered as she stared into Cups’s pink eyes of promise.

Pinkies voice shouted on the microphone, “And that’s it for the Cakes! What a show! Good job, you two! Way to get her warmed up! Now lets give her a bottle of water and make room for the next couple, the Riches! I’m gonna call Hondo Flakes and Cooke Crumbles up to the stage to prep for their turn! Wow! One down, only one hundred and forty nine to go!”

Twilight watched Carrot walk off the stage, staring at his swaying dick as it oozed their filth. She didn’t know what to feel as she watched it, but a tingle under tail told her what she was going to feel. Her eyes drifted to the couple approaching her, and noticed that Filthy was already erect while Spoiled was wearing some kind of plastic penis.

Filthy walked to the front and grabbed her by her ears while Spoiled unceremoniously climbed on her back. This time, Spoiled wasted no time lining her fake phallus up with Twilight’s puckered asshole.

Spoiled chuckled as she bit down on Twilight’s neck. “I fuck hard, but I used plenty of lube. This is going to be fun, isn’t it?”

Twilight glanced from Filthy’s erect cock to the chalkboard, noticing that there was a mark on it. Pinkie had put that on the board sometime with the Cakes. Would the Riches get a mark?

Filthy grinned. “Open up, your highness.”

Twilight did, and Ponyville cheered.

Author's Note

Here's some actual porn. I've got at least one more of these before the story is done, but quite a few ideas and 150 or so opportunities to fill. Please let me know if you like the dirty bits, and if so what you liked. This has been lightly error checked, and I've re-read it once, but if you see anything wrong then please let me know about that!

Next up is "Twilight gets rich!"

Twilight gets rich!

Author's Note

Written at an awful hour while being distracted, but now at least slightly edited and proofread. Wow. That was an embarrassing amount of fixes. Let me know if you see anything else here. Think I'm gonna skip ahead to story stuff. My mind will blank and get super repetitive if I try to do 150 of these! lol.

Twilight gets rich!

Luckily for Twilight, Filthy was actually relatively clean; at least as far as she could tell. Her senses were slightly dulled since her mouth and snout were still covered in Cup’s marecum and her vision was a little blurry. Twilight got a slightly better view of his underside when he stepped over her head and stood on the platform Cup had laid on. Filthy was a bit older, but he wasn’t in terrible shape. His barrel had well defined muscles under the slightly loose fur that made his stomach. Twilight’s eyes were drawn to his erect dick as it dangled from underneath.

Was it supposed to look like a naked mole rat? She hadn’t yet seen a male’s genitals so close before. The medical diagrams in her anatomy books had never had wrinkled skin. Maybe pony’s genitals were influenced by their general health? Cup’s labia had been full and plump, just like her body. Maybe he had a wrinkly penis because he was on the older side.

Twilight stopped worrying about it when Filthy Shuffled forward on the platform and buried his brown member in her still open mouth. It tasted like copper, but more bitter. Almost like she imagined a dirty coin to taste. Twilight gave his wrinkled rod an experimental lick, unsure of what to do.

“That’s it, Princess… Your mouth is golden…” Filthy groaned.

Spoiled nearly hissed, her words burning with vitriol, “Watch what you say, dear.”

Twilight felt Filthy shiver in her mouth when Spoiled chastised him, “Yes, my darling…”

Spoiled seemed soothed by his response, and purred in Twilight’s ear, “And when did you become such a greedy slut, hmm? You’re dripping with cum and sucking my husband’s cock while I’m about to fill your ass… Don’t get confused, Princess. You’re nothing but dirty little whore for my pervert of a husband to dump his disgusting cum in.”

Twilight had strong opinions about how Spoiled spoke to her, but the magic in her collar wasn’t letting her complain. Instead it was making her lick Filthy’s cock—rubbing her tongue up and down the length as he ground it against her. It was grainy and salty, causing her tongue to squirm as she licked around the wrinkled and folded skin. He wasn’t pressing it deep, and the magic wasn’t forcing her to swallow it or anything, but the sensations that came with sucking dick were something she hadn’t quite adjusted to yet.

She couldn’t focus on it for too long as her backside was being prodded by a hard and stiff rubber thing poking around her flanks. Spoiled kept shifting—a little left, a little up, a bunch down, back up, and then somewhere else. There was a tingle as Spoiled slipped the rubber dong across Twilight’s still drooling pussy lips, and Twilight reflexively arched her back and sucked in a breath around Filthy’s dick.

“Oopsies…” Spoiled didn’t sound particularly convincing as her voice turned low and cruel, “That was certainly an accident. You don’t get to be touched there; not while you’re underneath me…” her voice lowly teased.

Filthy groaned, pushing deeper and rubbing the top of Twilight’s mouth with his dick. Her lips softly closed around it while the choker made her gently bob her head. In response, he went from groaning to a soft moan. “Oooh… You’re mouth is so good… I’m not gonna last long.”

Spoiled almost shouted, “Don’t you fucking dare! You hold that pathetic thing in check until I tell you that it’s time, understand?”

Filthy paused his grinding, freezing his now rock hard cock in Twilight’s mouth as he replied with a stutter, “Yes… My… Darling…”

Twilight was confused. Every time Spoiled was mean to him his cock grew even harder in her mouth. She didn’t think that’s how things should work, but clearly they were.

Spoiled growled to Twilight, “Do you know he asked me if he could fuck your cunt? Of course I told him no. There’s no telling what you’ve done with that dirty little thing. So then he asked about your ass.” The plastic nub finally centered on Twilight’s puckered anus, and pressed slightly but surely.

Spoiled continued, “I might have said yes, but he’s still in trouble. He mis-behaved with my pet, you see. He’s not supposed to cum without my permission, and that horrible little dick of his just vomited all over her. He’s lucky I let him come tonight at all. Isn’t that right, Dear?”

Filthy at least sounded reticent, “Yes My Darling.”

The pressure from the rubber penis increased as Spoiled’s voice grew low. “But I couldn’t let him miss this evening’s soiree, especially since we donated so much. So I came up with a new plan.”

Filthy groaned again, still slowly grinding against Twilight’s tongue.

Twilight felt something strange inside her as Spoiled’s voice whispered in her ear, “I’m going to fuck your disgusting asshole with this strap-on, and when we get home I’m putting it in his.”

This was entirely unsanitary. Twilight wanted to inform Spoiled about how there were surely bacterial risks associated with that kind of behavior, but the bridle and the collar forced her to keep sucking Filthy’s cock. She desperately tried to mouth a warning, or flap her ears to inform Spoiled about Staphylococcus, at the very least.

Spoiled didn’t care about Twilight’s warning, and with a slight push Twilight’s puckered sphincter slowly un-puckered. The sensation was entirely alien. It was a completely new feeling and almost didn’t seem real. Her anus spread open, and the toy pressed inside, forcing her wider. Even with the bridle restraining her, she grunted, “Ugh!” as the strange alien feeling spread from her bum.

Twilight remembered that she was in public, and her eyes glanced from under Filthy’s Stomach to see the crowd. She’d forgotten about them, focused on the activity in front of her, but now they were at the forefront of her mind. Terrified that they would see what was happening and be disgusted, she was confused when they actually seemed to be clapping. Spoiled pressed harder, and the rubber phallus drove the strange burning tingle further up Twilight’s gut. Was that Cherilee watching Twilight with staring, hungry eyes? Was her hoof rapidly stroking between her legs while she sat?

The bridle forced Twilight’s head forward again, and she lost track of the strange pink pony with a lecherous grin, instead focusing on the undulating underside of Mr. Rich. The pungent scent of a sweaty stallion permeated her nostrils as he continued to grind in her mouth and weirdly groan.

Spoiled pulled lightly on Twilight’s mane as she spoke, “That went in far too easily… Your ass is looser than I expected, Princess. Do you do this often?”

Frustrated, Twilight wanted to shout out that she’d never done this before at all! In a brief act of defiance, she pushed against the rubber cock like she was trying to push it out, but it only slid in deeper. Twilight shuddered as it lurched, filling her gut with the uneasy sensation of having to defecate. Disgusted with herself she even tried to, but nothing happened except a quiet squishing noise that seemed to encourage Spoiled.

Spoiled talked to Filthy, speaking over Twilight’s head like she wasn’t there at all, “She’s squeezing it tight, dear. I’m all the way inside the little purple slut. You’re going to look at me while I fuck her… You’re only going to feel her mouth while I make her squirm around my fake cock,” There was the sound of kissing, of tongue on lip and a quivering gasp from Filthy before Spoiled continued, “And you’re going to imagine what it must feel like in her ass. Because I can’t feel anything with my rubber cock. Her slutty asshole is completely… and utterly… wasted on me.”

There was more kissing, this time frantic, and Filthy started to push his dick deeper down Twilight’s throat. The rubber dick slid sharply in, briefly biting Twilight in pain as it did. She felt Spoiled’s inner thigh resting against her rump, and realized that Spoiled hadn’t lied—it was all the way in. Twilight was entirely impaled on the indecent implement.

It burned, it tingled, and it stretched her full. She wasn’t used to feeling like this. Her body reflexively tried to push it out, fighting the squishy rubber and groaning, pressing back and making wet squishing noises. The odd sensation felt like pooping, but in a bizarrely pleasurable way. It just didn’t end, and it kept firing a deep, new nerve.

Something snapped into place in Twilight’s mind. This wasn’t just weird, embarrassing, painful, and slightly gross. It also felt good. Curiously, she explored that feeling. She let the feeling ride along her nerves, spin from her gut, slide down into her legs, and tingle back up her spine again. It was a strange pleasure, completely different from what she’d felt with Carrot, but it was beginning to make her tingle in a familiar way.

Spoiled spoke haughtily downward towards Twilight’s back, “Look, the little slut likes it. She’s warming up quick. With a little bit of training, she’ll be an excellent little ass whore, won’t she dear?”

His response was a weak, “Yes My Darling…” but his cock was hard. Filthy began to push further, raking it against the back of Twilight’s throat as he thrust. She shook as the magic in the collar kept her from gagging. It felt like a sneeze that never came. He’d run his cock across the back of Twilight’s throat and her body simply wouldn’t react even though her brain knew it should.

That disassociation coupled with Spoiled’s slowly accelerating pumping was causing a feeling of vertigo for Twilight. She felt like she was falling, but inward and outward at the same time. Filthy’s cock didn’t feel good in her mouth, per say, but it felt sensual. She could taste and squeeze his most sensitive organ, even if it was was slightly bitter. Also, her sphincter was starting to burn, which should have been bad but it was oh so good.

Twilight blinked as her nose was roughly rammed into Filthy’s stomach. She still felt like she was falling. Spoiled rocked into her, pushing her forward with the impact. Twilight clenched down on the strap-on, and her gut pushed… and pushed… and pushed… and pushed… and nothing came out. She slammed into Filthy’s stomach again, and felt his cock press into the back of her throat. She was shoved forward and backwards, Filthy’s balls smacking against her chin right before Spoiled slapped against her bare ass.

Spoiled rammed. Twilight pushed. Spoiled grunted, Filthy groaned, and Twilight made a wholly unnatural slurping noise over his now hot and throbbing cock. Weird, new smells filled the air. She smelled musk, sweat, plastic, Spoiled’s arousal, and the pungent stench of asshole. Twilight hadn’t known asshole had a smell, but she instinctively recognized it, and could tell that it was her own. She glanced at the crowd, horrified they’d be disgusted by the frantic debauchery.

They were not. The blurry crowd wasn’t cheering, but they were making noise. There were calls of some kind, shouting, some clapping, and a sea of familiar eyeballs locked on her, and the din of conversation. Twilight caught a glimpse of Cherilee again, this time the teacher was sucking on her hoof with a satisfied grin and watching Twilight with envious eyes.

Almost startled at the epiphany, she decided that this was okay. Ponyville didn’t just not care, the whole town was along for the ride in some way. Twilight looked forward with a new confidence, forcing her head further down Filthy’s cock than the bridle made her. The tip slid down her throat just a little, wedging it open as the magic kept her from retching.

Spoiled laughed derisively as the burning in Twilight’s gut began to bloom. “Look at her, she likes it! Ha! She loves my fake dick. I bet she’d love anypony’s dick. Even your pathetic little prick.”

Filthy’s cock quivered down Twilight’s throat as he answered with an emphatic, “Yes My Darling.”

Spoiled pulled on Twilight’s hair, pulling Filthy’s cock out of her throat. Twilight could still taste it the tip, but only a little. The magic in the bridle strained to pull forward, causing Twilight’s scalp to burn.

Spoiled slammed into her forcefully, this time building up to a slap. Twilight blinked back tears as too much sensation overwhelmed her.

The burning in her gut roared into a fire, and her legs shook in their bindings. Twilight sucked in a breath around Filthy’s cock as Spoiled let go of her hair. Twilight’s head flew forward, shoving Filthy’s cock roughly down her throat. Her scalp tingled warmly where her hair had been pulled, Filthy’s cock plugged her throat completely, and Spoiled was rapidly pistoning into her ass over and over again.

Twilight’s asshole clenched as feeling overcame her. She wanted to scream, but the magic forced her to relentlessly suck Filthy’s cock while her gut and sphincter convulsed around the plastic phallus. Spoiled laughed as Twilight’s pussy squirt something down both their legs, uncontrollably squeezing spurt after satisfying spurt with each of the sadistic mare’s now frantic thrusts.

Twilight couldn’t think, but she sure as hell could feel. With all the feelings assaulting her, one more novel sensation caught her attention. She felt something warm and thick filling her stomach.

Spoiled was giddy, “Look at her go! Are you seeing this?” Her voice dipped into slightly annoyed, “I said are you…” and suddenly she was angry, “What the fuck? You fucking pig!”

Filthy groaned as he kept emptying himself down Twilight’s gullet.

Twilight’s body came to with a burning, pleasing sensation. The fake dick ripped painfully out of her ass and Spoiled stepped off her back. “I can’t fucking believe this! I’m going to have to punish him again.”

Twilight blinked, her mind still rolling in confusion as her asshole burned. Had she really just had an orgasm from that rough, and unsanitary, treatment? Consciously, she understood that some ponies liked anal play. But in her mind the sphincter and lower intestine were definitely not sex organs. At least, five minutes ago they hadn’t been. Now she wasn’t so sure.

As her ass got used to being empty it felt like she was finally able to relieve herself, but still nothing came out. Nervously, she eyed the crowd, wondering if they were grossed out by her clenching asshole… nopony seemed to care. If anything, they enjoyed the sight. The thought of some of them seeing inside of her made her tingle. She shivered, this was all so strange.

Filthy pulled his cock out and sighed contentedly. “Damn… You were great, Princess!”

Spoiled growled quietly enough that the crowd still couldn’t hear her, “I don’t want to hear anything from you! We are going to head straight home where I’m going to punish you. You don’t get to play with me or the pet for a week...”

He shrugged, smiling confidently at Twilight. “What can you do?”

Spoiled glanced at her and sighed, “For a dirty anal whore, you did a passable job.”

Twilight wasn’t sure what to say, not that she could say anything. Was a comment like that something you were supposed to say thanks to? What even was proper the etiquette in this situation? If she was going to say something, it would be more like, “I appreciate you giving me a mind blowing orgasm from stimulating my anus, but I wish you were more polite to me and your husband.” Maybe that was less appropriate than saying nothing.

Regardless of etiquette, the Riches pompously walked off the stage to the sound of clapping and cheering while Twilight’s body still burned and quivered from their attention. She watched them leave while she was stuck in a morass of utter confusion, both physically and morally.

“Wowee! That looked rough, but it also looked like she enjoyed it! We’re up to two marks total, and Twilight seems to like it soft and rough, so go nuts, ponies! Hondo and Cookie, it’s time to please your princess! I’d like to take this time to remind you all that if you need snacks, catering was provided by Sugar Cube Corner, and you’re welcome and encouraged to help yourself! I know I am! Next up…”

Twilight caught her breath as Hondo sauntered towards her with his trademark mustache and a grin the size of Manhattan. “How do you feel about mustache rides, Princess?”

Twilight glanced between him and Cookie, and smiled.

Twilight has guests!

Bon-Bon’s piercing eyes lingered on Twilight for far too long until Lyra finally tugged on her mare-friend's tail. “Bonny, our time’s up! We gotta let her rest for a bit.”

Bon-Bon muttered quietly in response, her eyes ripping away from Twilight and onto the now half empty auditorium, “Sure…”

Pinkie coughed awkwardly, “It’s time to go, you two! That was a super neato performance, but our Princess needs a quick break to get changed.”

Lyra tugged again, this time a little panicked, “Bonny, come on! You’re being weird!”

Twilight was still breathing heavily, her magically enforced smile frozen on her face while her mind was lost in a warm sea of wonderful sensations. After what Lyra did to her with that wonderfully grabby floating hand she was going to need a break. Luckily, somepony had scheduled Bon-Bon and Lyra as the last couple before the costume change. That pony had thought ahead. That pony was probably also her.

Bon-Bon muttered something quiet to Lyra as they walked to the edge of the stage, then eyed Pinkie suspiciously while Lyra gasped in disbelief, her voice barely audible to Twilight, “Enchanted? What? No way…”

Pinkie ignored them, making an announcement, “Those two sure know how to play. It looks like Lyra and Bon-Bon set a high score! Three marks in ten minutes! Even I was feeling a little envious there. We’ve got a ten minute break while Twilight changes up the outfit and gets ready! Next up we have some singles. Cloud Kicker and Davenport, you’ll be first to break in her bad girl outfit! I hope you’re ready!”

Twilight blinked in confusion as the curtains pulled tight, separating her from the gawking crowd of ponies. She still hadn’t fully came down from Lyra’s wonderful attention, and the world seemed to be blurring around her in a kaleidoscope of reality.

Pinkie rushed to her side, seemingly in shock, “Oh my gosh! I can’t believe we did that for six hours! I kept a perfectly straight face even though I was like, ‘Wow!’ and had to keep explaining everything and telling everypony what was going on and you kept, um, doing it! Over and over! Aren’t you hurt? Do you want to stop? We should stop.”

Slowly, Twilight shook her head. She couldn’t stop—not now. The hardest part was starting, and she’d already cleared that hurdle. She’d reach her goal easy. She just had to stick to the plan!

Wait, goal?

Twilight shook her head again, this time harder. She didn’t have time to think about that. Thinking about it wouldn’t help her. What would help her was her new outfit—it was time to get changed! Her hooves clicked against the stand, and suddenly they were free. Stretching them, she looked at the dangling limbs curiously. How had she unhooked them, exactly? She wasn’t sure… Oh well!

Pinkie frowned in concern, “Are you sure? You seem pretty tired and there’s another eighteen hours. I’m done after one time, and you’ve had, uh, a lot of partners… and about ninety marks, which I’m pretty sure are orgasms. I don’t think normal ponies can, uh, do that… Actually, yeah…” Pinkie narrowed her eyes as she watched Twilight intently. “Normal ponies absolutely can’t do that…”

A loud bang startled both of them as a bright light filled the room. Pinkie covered her eyes, but Twilight just stared, momentarily blinded. It didn’t hurt, but the light did disorient her enough that she only barely jumped to the side as a rope dropped from the ceiling and landed where she’d been standing.

As Twilight looked at the rope coiled on the floor, she craned her head upwards to see what it was attached to. That let her see the cream colored pony that was falling directly on her. Bon-Bon landed on Twilight, tackling her and quickly wrapping her in her hooves. Twilight was too confused to struggle as Bon-Bon shouted to another pony that was awkwardly dangling upside down halfway up the rope, “Hit her now, Lyra!”

Magic hurtled towards Twilight in a golden spear, and Twilight reflexively cast a counterspell—only for both spells to be instantly shredded by the magic well in her earring. Twilight suddenly blushed, feeling silly for forgetting the earring entirely.

Bon-Bon was confused, “What?”

Lyra groaned, still hanging upside down with her hooves tangled up, “I told you I wouldn’t be able to get through!”

Bon-Bon growled in accusation, “I thought that was modesty! You’re a tier one unicorn!”

Lyra finally untangled her hooves, and fell flat on her side, “Ow!” she groaned.

Slowly, she got to her hooves and rolled her eyes, “Yes. But, she’s an alicorn! I managed to dispel us, but she’s at the nexus of the spellwork. I can’t just destabilize an entire alicorn spell form on my own.”

Pinkie frowned, “Wait, what?”

Bon-Bon held Twilight tightly, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Lyra stomped her hoof, complaining at Bon-Bon, “I tried to! But you interrupted me, and it’s only been like thirty seconds since we left the stage! That’s not a whole lot of time to explain an N-dimensional reverberating coherence pattern operating at least an order of magnitude higher than I can express to a magic novice! Not to mention that I spent time dispelling us, then you threw me up into the rafters, rolled me in some rope, and then threw me down the rafters! Seriously, Bonny! Take a breath and listen to me for once!”

Pinkie looked awkwardly between the two, “I’m not sure what’s going on, but do you mind letting Twilight go? She needs to get changed in the next eight minutes…”

Twilight was enjoying Bon-Bon’s close and personal hug. She nuzzled her face into Bon-Bon’s shoulder, and sniffed as the magic in her amulet caused her to start licking just below Bon-Bon’s ear. The surprisingly strong mare tasted like candy and sweat. Twilight nibbled more aggressively, remembering the bliss and intimacy of just few minutes ago.

Bon-Bon shivered at first, then jumped up and away, “Whoa, time out there!”

Lyra rolled her eyes. “Oh, now you want a time out.”

Pinkie frowned as Twilight got to her feet and followed Bon-Bon with a lurid smile on her face, “Hey, um, you just got a turn…”

Twilight tackled Bon-Bon, wrapping the earth-pony in her embrace. Bon-Bon smelled delicious, and she’d made Twilight feel so warm and fuzzy, and she was so incredibly strong and sweet and the love was just so strong, and…

Bon-Bon was scared. Bon-Bon was pushing her away.

Twilight stopped instantly. This wasn’t the plan. She didn’t know the plan, but this wasn’t it. Slowly shaking her head from side to side, she grabbed the amulet and twisted it just right. The majority of the spellwork surrounding her shifted and she collapsed as every little nerve reminded her that she’d just spent six hours getting dicked, licked, and flicked.

“Ow.” was all she said as her tail quivered helplessly. Did she feel a draft in her bum?

Pinkie tilted her head, “Twilight?”

Twilight’s tail throbbed, her insides burned, and her throat ached like it was sore. Her voice was hoarse as she coughed up some white spittle, and her stomach churned, uncomfortably full, “Wow… so this is what it’s like…”

Bon-Bon stepped forward and bowed, “Your Majesty? Are you… okay?”

Twilight weakly smiled as she stood on shaky hooves, “Yup… But you’re going to have to talk while I get ready. I’m behind schedule now.”

Bon-Bon and Lyra exchanged nervous glances while Twilight casually levitated the black corset towards herself. She’d have to unhook most of the golden chains to get it on, but with her magic unbound from the earring this would be much easier. Absentmindedly, she clicked the different locks and latches with her magic almost instantly, and stepped carefully face first into the soft apparel.

Twilight sighed as she was surprised at how nice it was. Her wings went pleasingly numb as they were shifted into another dimension, and the corset snuggled itself firmly around her in a soothing embrace. A soft smile rode on her lips as she eased into it. “Ooh. This is comfy!”

Bon-Bon sputtered, “Your Majesty, I, uhh, didn’t you break free from the enchantment?”

Twilight smiled, “Yup.”

Lyra started laughing, “I told you!”

Bon-Bon glared at Lyra, then turned back to Twilight, “If you’re not ensorcelled, then what are you doing?”

Twilight hummed as she levitated out her fishnet stockings, “Well, I’m getting dressed in my extra slutty outfit, as I am comfortably not a virgin anymore. That being said, I’m only twenty four point seven percent of the way through my planned pony train, so I’d like to stay on schedule.”

Lyra continued to laugh. Pinkie shrugged. Bon-Bon’s mouth opened wide, “Pony… train?”

Twilight slid into the stretchy stockings, checking that they weren’t too loose. She didn’t want them to fall down early. As she moved her legs, she uncomfortably leaked a thick goop from underneath her tail. Both holes were oozing, and she was oddly unperturbed by this. “Yes. That’s the term for when many ponies all have intercourse with one mare, each right after the other, right?”

Lyra was literally rolling on the floor in laughter, “I can’t… I can’t even…”

Bon-Bon angrily snorted at Lyra, then turned to Twilgiht, “But why?”

Twilight shrugged as she fixed the blinders to the sides of her head,. They restricted her peripheral vision and made her focus on what was immediately in front of her. Good, that should help block out the crowd when she needed to focus. Her answer was noncommittal, “Dunno. Something about Twilight Day, I think.”

Pinkie lifted a hoof to say something, but Bon-Bon spoke up, “Princess, you cast a spell on everyone in the auditorium. I can’t allow you to coerce ponies into sexual activities without their consent. You have to stop.”

Twilight paused, looking over her shoulder. It was hard with the blinders on, so she had to really bend which slightly irritated her throat. She was partially sure that she had a salve prepared for when she stumbled home in eighteen hours. “Agent Sweetie Drops, would you and Lyra have came without any magic involved? If it was an open invitation to do whatever you want with me? For me?”

Bon-Bon startled, seemingly surprised to be called by her cover name, “Princess, uh… I…”

Lyra shouted from the floor, her laughter dying into pure enthusiasm, “Fuck yeah she would! Bonny and I love having a playmate, and we’ve talked about you a ton!”

Bon-Bon covered her face, nodding slowly in affirmation as she blushed. “Be that as it may, you can’t say that’s true for everypony here… I can’t allow you to manipulate ponies with magic, especially not like this. This isn’t consent, Princess. It’s not right.”

Twilight turned her head back. “Of course! That’s not what the spell does! It also doesn’t affect ponies until they’re in the auditorium. Everypony here responded to my invitation and sat down before the spell kicked in. The activation charms are in the seats, I think. The Cakes even missed theirs! They came in just talked with Pinkie, so they didn’t get hit until after they were done and they sat down to watch!”

Pinkie tilted her head, “Wait, what? What did you do?”

Twilight smiled, remembering Cherilee’s hungry eyes and then later her hungrier mouth, “I don’t remember exactly, but I’m pretty confident that it only makes them more interested in watching me.” She frowned in concentration, then smiled as something became clear. “Ah! I’m an exhibitionist! That’s it!” She turned to Lyra and smiled wider. “I love it when ponies watch me!”

Bon-Bon frowned in thought as Pinkie stroked her chin, “So is that why you made me put the Cakes first? Because you knew they were super duper into this sort of thing and they wouldn’t need a spell to keep them interested?”

Twilight re-hooked all the chains, pulled her hair back, and checked herself over once with a magically summoned mirror. She looked like a cheap prostitute covered in expensive gold, and the red glow from her still throbbing back-end really put the image together. She looked about right, but not quite depraved enough to truly sell it. She needed something a little bit… more. A vague memory about the Cakes fluttered to the back of her mind, “No. They offered to cater for everypony in their RSVP. I figured they deserved a treat, so I gave them one.”

Bon-Bon gaped in utter disbelief. “Is this for real?”

Lyra snorted in amusement as she rolled to her feet, “Twilight, you never really do something half-way, do you? You’re still the same as you were back in school. This is just the adult version of when we had to do a group project on the water cycle and you were supposed to do the diagram. You brought in a fully functional biodome with a homeostatic environment. I’ve seen it on display at school when I visit, and it’s still running.”

Twilight smiled, soothed by the memory of her near perfectly balanced science project. It had been supremely satisfying when she had initially calculated how little energy it would need to sustain itself once she sealed it. “And it will for the next three thousand years, assuming they let it get sunlight regularly.”

Pinkie coughed, motioning with her hooves like she had a watch, which of course she didn’t, “Tic-tok!”

Lyra shuffled to Bon-Bon and put her forearm around the distressed secret agent, “Come on, Bonny. Twilight might be a little crazy, but she has this under control.”

Bon-Bon sighed, deflating. “I… guess if you’re really doing it of you’re free will…”

Twilight shrugged noncommittally, “Sorta? I mean, I know I am, yes, but… oh! Free! That’s a great way to highlight the difference between myself and a prostitute!”

Twilight yanked the chalk off the wall, stretched out her stockings, and wrote in intentionally sloppy handwriting, “Free Use”.

Bon-Bon scrunched up her nose in disbelief, “You’re a princess…”

Twilight smiled, “And for the next 18 hours, I’m gonna get fucked like one. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d really like to put that amulet back on. It’s the superstructure that connects to the hyper-tensor where I stored most of the spellwork for this project.” Oh yeah! She needed that for the other accessories to fully function, and for the main spell to activate.

Lyra’s eyes lit up, “Wait, hyper-tensor? You broke a thousand? That’s not possible.”

Twilight shrugged, “Eh, I think this one is closer to ten thousand by now. It’s self sustaining, so it’s kind of out of my control.”

Lyra’s mouth dropped, and Bon-Bon nudged her, “What’s that mean?”

Twilight stepped toward the pillar and picked up the amulet with her magic, careful to hold it correctly. She wasn’t sure how she knew what correctly was, but she did. Smiling, she clicked it onto her collar, and was flooded with relief as the magic forced her face into a now familiar grin. The aches and pains immediately dulled, and she found herself locked into the pedestal, where she belonged. How did she get here, again? Did it matter? This was where she was supposed to be.

Right?

Bon-Bon nudged Lyra again, “Hey, what’s that mean?”

Pinkie coughed, ushering them towards the side, “Move it you two! We gotta clear the stage for Cloud and Davenport.”

Lyra looked at Bon-Bon with wide, terrified eyes. “It means Twilight might have shattered reality… and implemented her own.”

Pinkie raised the curtain, and the crowd clapped, hooted, hollered, and cheered. The thunderous applause nearly drowned out her announcement as Cloud Kicker and Davenport hoof-bumped on the stage. Twilight looked over the excited crowd, craning her head to see them with the new blinders. They were so happy! Everything was back on track!

“Welcome back everypony! I’d like to introduce the new, and improved Twilight Sparkle! She’s here to take everything you’ll give, so Ponyville, we hope you have a lot to give! I’d like to remind you to help yourself to a treat from Sugar-cube Corner if you need a little boost to get through the night. We have coffee and cakes for everypony, and you all certainly deserve it!”

Bon-Bon and Lyra were huddled at the base of the stage muttering to each other. Twilight could barely hear them, but it didn’t matter. Lyra was saying some number, like nine hundred and ninety eight, and Bon-Bon was looking more and more alarmed.

Twilight ignored their rambling and focused on Davenport’s swinging sales pitch. That was certainly more impressive than a quill. Cloud Kicker was eying up Twilight and cracking her wings to give them a good stretch. Twilight shuddered as her eyes locked on to Cloud Kicker’s. Sure, listening to Lyra explain Clover’s Limit, the law of dimensional space that described all of reality, to Bon-Bon would be stimulating, but Cloud-Kicker’s eyes stimulated Twilight’s heart in a completely different way.

It wasn’t like Clover’s Limit mattered anymore, anyways. Twilight had fixed that.

She’d fixed it almost as hard as Davenport’s dick was about to slam against the back of her throat.

Author's Note

Nobody wanted to pre-read this chapter for me, so you get what you get. lol. I hope it's less error filled than the last! Let me know if I missed anything.

I imagine that magical formulae are stored in tensors. The complexity of an N-dimensional tensor would be exponential, basically evey level added would add that much complexity to the previous levels. If the fist level had seven values, each value might have seven sub values. That would be a three dimensional tensor. So once you get to bigger than a few hundred, the numbers are sort of meaninglessly large, wherin lies the value. You can describe anything with that much data. And by anything, I mean literally reality itself, to include time and whatever else might be important. Of course, doing that by hoof might be a hard task. So you'd make a construct to do it for you. That could save you quite a bit of time.

Now bear in mind (BEARS) that I'm terrible at math, and I'm talking about a fictional magic system that I made up. Actual equestrian magic is based on emotions, not math. Well, emotions and math if Celestia is to be trusted.

Twilight has a friendship problem!

Twilight’s tongue hung limply from her mouth as Roma and Torch Song stepped onto the stage. It was sometime mid next day, and the late afternoon sun was streaming through the windows. The blackout curtains only did so well. The audience had thinned dramatically in the early morning, and in the early hours of dawn it was mostly just the ponies who were on schedule. Now it was filling back up again.

Ponies were wandering back, the vast majority of them having already had their turn. She was too tired to shiver, but that thought made her brain tingle. She’d been intimate with almost every pony in Ponyville now.

Roma leaned down to get a closer look a Twilight’s face, and scowled as she brought out a handkerchief. Twilight curiously watched as Roma dabbed it across Twilight’s face.

“Don’t worry princess. I’m just trying to get the cum off your face before you go down on me. I don’t want to get stallion cum on me. Especially when I have no idea who’s cum it is anymore. Look at this… Some of this is dried from hours ago.”

Twilight wanted to be embarrassed, or even flustered, but instead she just quietly let Roma clean up her face. It was practical on Roma’s part, and expected on Twilight’s part. The act made sense for a normal pony. If anything, it was weird no one else had tried to clean her off before.

Torch Song didn’t seem to care as much, if at all, and already Twilight felt a few tentative licks on her own backside. Torch mumbled something, “Mmm… salty.”

Even now, literally hundreds of times in, it still felt good. Twilight sucked in her loose tongue and smiled at Roma as the now very familiar tingling sensation of a mare licking her clit kicked in. Torch had a strong tongue, and wasn’t afraid to use it.

Roma scowled, holding Twilight’s face firmly with her hoof. Twilight shuddered, finding energy to move again. Roma looked like she was one of the mean ones. Twilight had learned that she liked the mean ones.

“I don’t know if I should be disgusted or envious, Princess. Here I am, unable to even get a date, and you go and fuck every single viable bachelorette in town.”

Roma’s hoof gripped tight, pulling Twilight’s head a little closer so they were nose to nose. Her voice was a whisper and her eyes were squinted and angry, “I had my eyes on Torch Song, you know. I was thinking about inviting her out to dinner when I got your letter. But that fantasy ended the second I read the letter. I knew what Torch would say. I knew what they’d all say. Because I was going to say the same thing…”

Leaning forward, Roma pressed her lips against Twilight’s opened mouth. Roma’s lips were hot and dry while Twilight’s were soft, warm, and wet. Then, Roma stuck her tongue inside Twilight’s mouth. It was a sloppy, terrible kiss. Still, Twilight felt her heart race in response. Something about it was passionate, and it conveyed an honest desperation. The kiss was intimate—not loving, but needy and sensual.

Roma smiled weakly, looking sad. “And done… My very first kiss was from a princess. Fantasy fulfilled.” Her eyes flickered over Twilight’s head to the pony behind.

Twilight’s tongue was too tired to lick off her own lips. Roma had drooled on her, and the spittle was running down Twilight’s cheek.

Roma sighed, “The weird thing is that still felt amazing… Even covered in other pony’s cum and with your hair completely tussled, you still look stupid hot.” Roma sniffled, seemingly just barely not crying. “You’re still a princess… No amount of debauchery will change that. You still look royal, even though you’re… like this. Will it feel just as good when you eat me out?”

The kiss this time was lighter; more delicate. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you. But I’m still angry. I’m grateful you want to be with me, even if it’s like this. But this isn’t how I thought my first time would be. I feel… stolen from somehow.” Her eyes flickered back to Torch Song.

Roma shook her head, “No… everypony here is here because they want to be. Even me.”

She sighed, planting one more kiss on the very tip of Twilight’s nose before dejectedly adding. “Thank you for this opportunity, Princess…”

Twilight was concerned. Had she done something wrong? Torch Song certainly didn’t seem to think so, with how deep and eagerly she’d burrowed into Twilight’s pussy. Twilight wanted to say something to Roma, something to re-assure her, but the magic wouldn’t let her.

As Roma climbed onto the table, and unceremoniously shoved her pussy in Twilight’s face, the magic did let Twilight do something for Roma. It made sure that Twilight wasn’t going to disappoint her.

As Twilight’s tongue slipped into Roma’s warm folds, she let the magic guide her. She was too tired to control herself anymore, too numb to properly feel what’s good or painful anymore. Roma tasted warm, and the warmth was strangely re-assuring. As her lips worked, she moaned into Roma’s flesh.

“Stars, you are good… All that practice I guess? Or did you read up before? How could I ever…” Roma sounded dejected.

Twilight felt wrong somehow. This felt good, very good, and the warmth from Roma wasn’t magical in nature. No, it was the mare’s honest arousal, her interest and passion were flaring. So why did this feel wrong?

Torch was ignorant to the strife on the other side of the mare, and was buried nose deep. Her tongue was lapping hungrily against Twilight’s twitching flesh, and the shuddering ripped through her body far too easily.

Twilight’s horn flared, the crowd cheered, and Pinkie added another tally.

Roma groaned as she watched, her eyes locked onto Twilight’s half lidded, dreamy gaze. “Stars… I can’t… you’re….”

Her eyes narrowed and she covered her mouth to hide an ‘Eep.’ Twilight felt something warm and wet trickle down her face. Roma tasted rich and full, the tangy sensation coating her mouth in a thin slime. The mare clenched on her tongue, squeezing Twilight inside of her as she quivered.

The room felt still and quiet. Twilight wasn’t sure if the magic was silencing everypony, or if there really was a moment where nopony said anything. Maybe her mind was simply too overstimulated to register anything but the beautiful mare in front of her lost in her moment of bliss.

Then it was over, and Roma looked sad again. She pulled herself away, leaving Twilight’s tongue numbly hanging. Twilight lapped at the air reflexively as Roma leaned down and placed a big, wet kiss on her nose. The kiss was loving.

Roma’s eyes were filled with tears. “I hope you enjoyed that, Princess. It was my first time. I’ll never have another. I love you.”

She sniffled and turned away just as the time was called. Torch walked by, and pumped her hoof in the air. The crowd cheered.

Twilight smacked her with her head, surprising both of them.

“Oh? Are you okay Princess?” Torch looked down at her, confused.

Twilight nodded, pointing her horn meaningfully at Roma.

Torch looked at the mare walking off the stage, and noticed the quiet tears. She frowned. “Huh. Oh! Is she crying? She’s a cutie; I don’t want her sad.”

Twilight weakly smiled, glad that Torch had understood.

Her mind was in turmoil, but something snapped into place. Torch would take care of Roma. It would be okay. More than okay, they would be fine together. She knew this to be true.

Weird.

Pinkie rang a bell. Twilight wasn’t even listening as she introduced the new set of ponies. The thought struck her and she wouldn’t let it go.

Had she done this before? Not like this. Right?

The Spark of Magic

Spark looked at the data. Iteration seven billion three hundred forty two million seven thousand eight hundred twelve was looking promising. She’d started the extreme dating iterations as a joke, a means to relieve her stress after a billion failed “normal” iterations. Unfortunately, they’d been far more successful than she’d anticipated.

No combination was perfect, she was sure of it now. There was no perfect mate, no perfect love triangle, and no perfect polycule. No date was perfect. She’d tried each of the six a million times each, just to be sure. They’d gone spectacularly poorly every time. But every other pony had been quite compatible. So this series had been variations on every pony.

Twilight had designed her and designated her to find the perfect lover and ensure she had a perfect first time; She had to find Twilight's soul mate. There was a problem, though. Spark had determined that there was no soul mate. Spark was more than just a semi-sentient spell form. She had accidentally been given more dimensionality than the Princess herself in order to pursue iterations. But her directive had been an abject failure.

She’d tried everything. Literally. She couldn’t report a failure to Twilight Prime. This was her whole reason for existing. Twilight Prime existed in Iteration One and needed answers. Time was irrelevant. It was simply another dimension that Spark now controlled, along with the other fifteen thousand. She could take as long as she wanted, and run as many iterations as she needed.

But she was tired. Her function was a failure. She knew this. This was the closest she’d managed. It was beautiful, as much as it was debauched and silly. It met the core parameters. Twilight was happy. The ponies were happy. Her friends were happy. She added joy and excitement to the world. She would even become a mother, and the love of her child and the love of her massive new family would soothe any uncomfortable sensations that might arise.

Spark was aware that Twilight Prime would not be thrilled with the course of actions that Twilight Seven Billion Three Hundred Forty Two Million Seven Thousand Eight Hundred Twelve took to find love, but Spark was beginning to not care. Time was irrelevant, but she was tired.

So tired.

No. She couldn’t accept this. Maybe Twilight Seven Billion Three Hundred Forty Two Million Seven Thousand Eight Hundred Thirteen would do better if she used less mind control on herself?

Spark dejectedly looked at the iteration. She loved it. She didn’t want to erase it. But Twilight Prime would not accept it as a solution for her perfect first time. She needed to go back to normal iterations. Not these little fun projects. There was a stallion in Appleoosa that was a decent match. Sure, he was gay, but she could try him again with a little more accidental exposure? An outside threat perhaps? Sombra again? Or maybe Twilight could turn herself into a stallion again, right before they met?

Exhausted and frustrated, Spark deleted Iteration One.

Wait, what?

She looked into the ether. Huh. Well, that happened.

Strangely terrified, Spark looked for any existing iterations that she’d forgotten to erase. Iteration Seven Billion Three Hundred Forty Two Million Seven Thousand Eight Hundred Twelve was still around.

She looked left in the ether. She looked right in the either. She looked up, and downspin, and to the future, and to the gnarled, and to the infinite, and to the nothing. Then she looked again, just to be sure.

Nopony watched as she “fixed” the glitch. Iteration one was exactly where it should be.

Twilight prime, in iteration one, didn’t look like she needed a solution. She was pretty happy with her love life. All of Ponyville was a generous lover.

Finally relieved after an eternity of work, Spark watched the iteration one more time in satisfaction. Yes, this would work. She collapsed onto herself, re-folding the universe back to Iteration One.

Mission Accomplished.