Sleepwalking Lovepotion: Side Effects

by Aura Chime

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Original Character, Porn, Sex, Human, Twilight Sparkle, Main 6, Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 8147

What are the side effects of testing something new on yourself, and what does that entail for those around you.

Callum and Twilight have begun something together, but is it rough waters or smooth sailing for the pair? What happens when things escalate?
Also is there more to the potion that Twilight drank or is it all in her mind?
Can Callum cope with things happening, and what is the reason he agreed to leave his world and find a new start in a new world.

Published 2023-06-04 04:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-07-22 13:37:03 UTC

Chapter 1

Callum awoke groggily, the sound of birds chirping somewhere nearby but unseen. His nose picked up on the smell of heavy sweat as well as a lingering odor of more. Callum rested his head in his hands for a moment.

“So, it wasn’t a dream?” He spoke quietly to himself.

With a groan, uncertain of how things were going to go from this moment on, Callum slid his legs until they dangled at the side of the bed. He stood up slowly, finding his clothes on the ground from the night before and dressing himself before removing the sheets and blankets.

There came a knock at the door as the voice of Spike called out, “Hey, Callum? If you’re awake, we have breakfast almost prepared.”

“Oh hey, yeah, I will be ready here shortly.” Callum called after, before shrugging and dumping the sheets and blankets on the floor next to the door as he made his way out.

Spike was leaning against a crystal wall across the hall from Callum, his hands behind his head as he seemed interested in the ceiling.

“Hey dude, follow me.” Spike turned and began walking down the hall to the right.

They came to an open area, where the first floor connected to the second with a vast open area, much like an atrium with pillars strangely well-spaced around with well-defined banisters. The walkway circled around the entire upper floor area, halls heading off in multiple directions.

Callum didn’t remember the details as he had been tired the night before from Pinky’s welcome party, though he was still feeling tired as he followed almost absently behind Spike. He noticed how everything looked like it was made of crystal roughly shaped into familiar scenery.

Spike turned away to start heading down a set of stairs tucked away next to a hall across from the one they had emerged from.

Callum placed a hand on the stair banister and realized the crystal seemed to vibrate a little bit of warmth as if it were alive. For a moment, Callum wondered if he would still feel the same effects were he to remove his socks and shoes and walk around barefoot.

As they made their way onto the first floor and continued their path to the right, Callum began to pick up the scent of food being cooked.

“Oh, is that pancakes?” Callum asked as his mouth began to water from the smell alone. He had not realized how hungry he was until his stomach growled.

“Heh, yeah. A few of our friends came by to help you with things and decided breakfast was first and foremost the most important thing.”

Spike stopped and opened a door where the smell was heaviest and within was a large kitchen with a dining room connected to the left side with large windows that were already opened.

Pinky Pie was busy running around the kitchen seeming to be cooking pancakes, and actual cake and some cupcakes in two ovens.

“Mornerino Callum.” She said shaking his hand before he could even blink.

“Uh, good morning,” Callum said as he realized she had already left him moving his hand by itself in the air.

He watched as Pinky zipped around now moving from the ovens and flipping a pancake onto a small stack, loading it with tons of syrup and then quickly lifting a bowl and easily began to whisk it with such vitality, Callum was shocked she wasn’t even sweating yet.

Callum noticed Spike had already made his way to the dining room, where another girl with long flowing pink hair stood with a bright smile on her pale face as she seemed to talk to a bird that had landed on her finger.

He couldn’t hear from where he was, but it looked as if she were holding a full conversation with the bird, laughing as it tweeted. As Spike waved a few feet away and slowly approached, the girl turned and leaned out of the window and the bird took off.

Callum was trying to rack his brain to remember her name as he had met her at the party the night before. The way she stood talking to Spike as though she were trying to hide behind her hair as she absently played with it.

‘Right, shy something, or maybe her friends introduced her as the shy one of the group?’

“Hey Callum, I don’t know if you remember Fluttershy from last night.” Spike said as Callum approached.

‘Good on you little dude, thanks for saving me.’

“Yeah, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Hey, uh Spike, where’s Twilight?”

“Huh, oh she is either still asleep or still in her lab.”

“Oh, um… Applejack, went to see her.” Fluttershy stuttered out.

“Well, then the two of them should be here any time now. I’ll go see if Pinky Pie.”

“Yes?” Pinky asked as she placed several plates of pancakes onto the table, seeming to have almost thrown them across the table stopping them in front of each person and where they would be sitting.

“Already done? Oh, sorry Pinkie, I was going to ask if you needed help finishing up with breakfast.”

“Heh, thanks but I got you.” She said as she booped Spike on the nose. “Also, hey, aren’t you tired of your human form?”

“Human form?” Callum asked as he stopped himself from sitting, his body held in an uncomfortable position.

“I didn’t want to freak out our newest addition just yet, but yeah it is getting to be a bit much. I’m starting to feel cramps.”

“Um, so something that is unique here in Equestria is there are Dragons, we can pass with looks similar to Equestrians, which as you have seen also have a similar appearance to humans.”

“So, you’re saying you’re a dragon, like full on scales, wings, and breathing fire?”

Spike shrugged a hand scratching at his head, now seeming embarrassed as he began to blush. “Well, a young dragon but yeah.” He said as his body seemed to swell outward, his body reaching a bit over six feet tall, his hands protruding black nails, his hands becoming like claws, and actual wings spread out from his back.

“Ah,” he said as he stretched his wings. “Cramps right between the wings is a real pain.”

Spike shrugged and showed an apprehensive look on his face as he looked at Callum.

“Dude! That’s so freaking awesome, I’ve always wanted to see a dragon.” Callum had stood back up to his full height, not even caring that Spike now stood well above him, his excitement to see something he had previously only thought of in fantasy stories and games overtook him.

“Alrighty, enough talk, let’s chow down.” Pinkie said as she lifted her knife and fork, her tongue hanging out as if she were about to swallow the whole plate of pancakes itself.

“What about Twilight? Shouldn’t we wait for her?” Fluttershy asked as she sat down next to Spike.

Pinkie seemed to collapse in on herself as she nodded in agreement.

“Hey everyone, um Twilight won’t be joining us at the moment, she is busy with a project.” Said a new voice with a southern drawl.

Without a doubt in Callums mind, the woman who entered seemed to scream Southern Girl. She had a healthy tan, wide shoulders dressed in a red and black flannel shirt that had been altered to suit her. She was undoubtedly well endowed, her breasts carefully held in check. The shirt also seemed to hide little from his mind as he realized the bottom of her flannel was tied under her breasts, showing a well-toned stomach. Beneath that she wore cut jeans, as if she were walking around in daisy dukes. Her legs seemed well toned as was natural with the rest of her body.

“Can I steal Callum for a minute or two?”

“Uh,” Callum put his fork of pancakes back down as he stood and left with Applejack.

Once they were outside in the hallway, Applejack turned on Callum quickly. “Did something happen between you and Twilight last night? She wouldn’t say but I have a sneaking suspicion yall did somethin’ and it just aint sittin right with me with how she’s acting.”

“What?” Was all Callum could say as he felt assaulted by this woman, he had only briefly met the night before.

“Look, I aint seen Twi, so shook up like this. She won’t tell me what’s going on, but I’m betting my last bit it’s something to do with you. Now spill it, what happened?”

“What the hell? I didn’t do anything to her if anything she came to me.” Callum shut his mouth with a snap. He let out a sigh as he crossed his arms and glowered at the floor.

“So, something did happen between the two of you.”

“It shouldn’t be anyone’s business what two grown adults do in private.”

Applejack was about to say something else when she stopped her eyes going wide, “you mean you two. Oh no, that is not something Twi would just. But how, and with you?”

“Oh yeah thanks for making it sound like I’m an asshole. I didn’t force her into anything if you think that’s what happened.”

Applejack was quiet, a stern look on her face, her green eyes glowering under her blonde hair. Callum faced her, not daring to look away.

“Well, it don’t look like you’re lying, but this doesn’t sound like Twilight.”

Callum was quiet for a few seconds before muttering, “She said it was something to do with her experiment.”

Callum moved past Applejack, not listening to her arguments. “Where is she?”

“Now hold on partner, Twilight is already having a rough day. You don’t need to go barging in where she is and starting something.”

“Fine I’ll turn this place upside down to find her if I must. Look something obviously is wrong with her or she did something, and it led to things, but I’m not going to sit here quietly and let strangers start calling me out on something I didn’t do.”

Twilight had left Callums room, feeling a mix of feelings, one of which was a sense of violation. She had gone to her room and showered, cleaned herself up to the best of her ability. She laid on her bed running things through her mind trying to figure out what had happened.

It felt as though she had been a passenger inside of her own body. She remembered she had decided to test the potion herself and then had gone to bed after nothing had happened. It wasn’t until she began to fall into a deep sleep, REM sleep that she seemed to suddenly lose control of herself.

Without being able to sleep she had returned to her lab and begun to take notes. It had taken a little bit of time, but she had finally remembered enough to begin making sense of actions and reactions.

It was as if she had become a completely different person, someone who gave in to desires, and passion. Was there a way to recreate that effect? It was bound to be proof of her thoughts of whether Love was real or just chemicals and even pheromones at play.

First, she wanted to see if she could get a physical reaction without the potion, what were the residual effects.

Twilight ignored the exhaustion she felt, realizing it was closing in to dawn and the sun would be rising soon.

She closed her eyes and tried to think back to a few hours before.

Nothing. Nothing came to mind. With a sigh, Twilight sat down on a chair at her table and lifted a fan and began to fan herself.

Why did it suddenly feel so hot and why did she have this weird feeling of wanting something. She couldn’t tell but there was a kind of heat that seemed trapped inside of her.

Closing her eyes, she tried once more to remember what had happened the night before. This time her mind seemed more willing to bring up a sensation.

With a gasp, Twilight sat up straight, her hand going to her chest as if trying to physically settle her heartbeat. There was a shiver down her spine as she felt the fading of a touch of her breast and she began to feel the heat rising within her.

“Well, process isn’t for the meek.”

More determined she sat back, putting the fan down as a thought came to her that the heat might be a side effect of the potion.

She closed her eyes and once more drew up the sight of Callum moving in the dark, his hands moving over the curves of her body, then leaning his head forward and sucking on her breasts. There was more heat in her body as she bit her lower lip. One hand pressed against her breasts while her free hand moved following the heat in her body down between her legs where she felt a shiver through her whole body as she touched herself.

There came a sudden knock on the door, and Twilight jumped, her heart racing, her face flushed. She bent over the potions of her experiment, the liquid sloshing about in the various beakers.

“Yes?” She called out, noticing a tremor in her voice.

Twilight met with her friends very briefly and spoke to them and agreed it would be fine to fix some food and help Callum out. Though she was going to decline as she was in the midst of her experiments and couldn’t get away at the moment.

As the others left, Applejack hung back and tried to talk to Twilight. She almost let it slip what had happened but kept herself in check, speaking more of an issue she was finding with her experiment.

So, it came as a surprise when there came a knock at the door right before a pair of voices erupted in argument and the door burst open.

“What’s going on?” Twilight asked startled.

“Hey, it aint the marks of a gentleman to barge in on a woman.” Applejack said in a huff grabbing at Callum.

Callum moved his shoulder so that Applejack only grabbed at air.

“What’s going on is I’m getting screwed over my first night here. You came into my room saying you wanted me, and now it feels like you’re trying to say that I raped you.”

“What?” Twilight bumped into her table as she attempted to back up and stopped to keep from spilling everything over.

“Whoa there pardner, you’re jumping the gun and saying some unkind things, and about a friend of mine.”

“How could I have been so stupid.”

“I didn’t say anything like that,” Twilight argued. “I honestly don’t understand what you’re upset about.”

“Applejack here says that the two of us would never have been and that I must have been the one to have forced you into things last night.”

“Whoa there, don’t go putting words into ma mouth.”

“But you did allude to the fact that Twilight would never do something like that nor with someone like me.”

“Uh, well I mean…”

“Stop, please. I don’t want anyone arguing over this, nor casting blame. I am at fault here, I did something I should not have, and things are now getting out of hand.”

Callum breathed out and placed his hands on his hips. “Alright, maybe I am jumping to conclusions here, and I am sorry but where I come from this situation would have me in jail and no one listening or trying to help me. What I should have done was just said no.”

“Darn right, I think the only sensible thing would have been a no on everyone's end.” Applejack countered.

“You know, you kind of stirred up this hornet’s nest in the first place.” Callum pointed out.

“Well, I was worried about a friend of mine and wanted to help her.”

“Yeah look, I owe you an apology Twilight. I am sorry for what I did, I shouldn’t have talked myself into something like that. I should have also known something was off.”

“You are new here, as well as new to magic, so it is understandable to some degree you wouldn’t know if something was natural or if it was caused by something else.”

Twilight looked down to the floor trying to think of something else when suddenly a gurgle erupted from her stomach.

“You haven’t eaten anything. Look Pinkie made some pancakes. If she hasn’t eaten them all you should go, get some. Also, if its okay with everyone I think I want to try and forget this happened at all.”

Callum let out a breath trying to calm his mind and body as both were a buzz with fear and worry.

“Yeah, I do need some food, I’ll catch up with you two in a minute I just need to run to the bathroom.”

Twilight turned and made her way into the nearest bathroom and closed and locked the door. She felt some doubt over how things seemed to escalate so quickly.

Twilight glanced at herself in the mirror before turning on the faucet and splashing her face with some cold water trying to clear her mind.

‘Oh Twily, getting down and dirty with a human. The Scandal.’

Twilight glanced up at her reflection which seemed to show brazen confidence and a toothy smile. She blinked a few times and was immediately met with her normal reflection.

“I have got to stop these late-night experiments.” Twilight turned off the light and met up with her friends for breakfast.

Author's Note

I was trying to capture the feel of something by another author but I feel I have failed miserably. I need to step back and let this story work itself out some more.

Chapter 2

Callum, Applejack, and Twilight ate their breakfast though it seemed that after a few bites, Callum seemed to only push the syrup and melted butter around with his fork.

Sensing something was off, Fluttershy and Spike glanced at each other as though wordlessly trying to figure out who was going to say something.

Fluttershy’s face reddened and Spike let out a small sigh as though knowing it was going to end up this way.

“So, what’s up with you three? You don’t like my pancakes?” Pinkie asked, feigning big teary eyes as she blinked at each in turn.”

Spike raised an eyebrow but shrugged and allowed Pinkie to start the conversation and stop the awkwardness.

“N-no, no. The pancakes are delicious, it’s just I’m not feeling quite myself at the moment.” Callum admitted.

He began to wonder what he could do or say to change the subject or possibly get out of this situation.

“Spike!” Twilight suddenly shouted, all eyes turning to her.

“Umm, you are going to help Callum check around town and see if there was anyone who could use a roommate?”

“Ooh, Ooh, Ooh! The cakes recently had to expand their shop and home. We have extra space.”

“We?” Callum asked.

“Oh, well sometimes I stay with the cakes as a part time helper, and part time babysitter” Pinkie explained nonchalantly.

“Oh, well that explains how you’re so hyped up all the time.” Callum noted.

“What do you mean?” Pinkie asked curiously.

“Uh, Callum, this is Pinkie. One Hundred percent her, not sugar or anything.”

“Sugar, Spice, everything nice, and some chemical diabetes mixed in.” Callum muttered to himself.

“What’s Diabetes?” Pinkie asked.

“Never mind…” Callum said wide eyed as the others collectively shook their heads no.

“Well, anyways how about we go see the mayor and see if anyone has stopped by with any requests for roommates.” Spike offered.

“Right with you, my dude.”

The two excused themselves and began to make their way out and into the Equestrian day. Many Equestrians were out and about, some heading towards what looked like a market, some heading this way and that. A few strolled along as though they were simply out enjoying the day with an equal.

Spike lead Callum along a way a bit off path than some of the others. Though they were still heading further into town as far as Callum could pick up.

At least until they reached a large statue, where they found the mayor reading a newspaper.

She glanced up, eyes looking through thin rimmed glasses at the two approaching.

“My, My Spike. How wonderful to see you today. And who might this be?” She asked looking Callum up and down.

Which in turn led him to feel she was certainly interested in something he didn’t want. No offense to her, but he wasn’t into, mature women. Though he noticed her face seemed rather smooth and wrinkle free despite the grey hair she held up in a knot.

“This is Callum, the transfer.”

Her eyes lit up at this, “Ah yes, I just completed the last of the paperwork for you just a few minutes ago. I have a few minutes before a meeting. How are you enjoying Ponyvilles so far?”

“It’s nice but I haven’t had a chance to get around just yet. But everyone seems awfully friendly.”

The mayor beamed at that, “Wonderful. So, I have a minute or two left, anything I can help you with?”

“Right, Callum was hoping he could see if there were any requests on the community board for a roommate.”

“Roommate? No, I don’t suppose I’ve seen one of those in a long time. But you are more than welcome in the main entry of the Estate.

“Estate?” Callum asked confused.

“Oh, that’s the name of the mayor’s office, the Estate.” Spike intervened as the mayor nodded emphatically.

“Well, I do know we have an abundance of space, and a few residents are looking to rent out. But I suppose room and board, and a job are tied for first place?” She inquired.

“Yes, ma’am.” Callum said.

“Oh, dear you don’t have to ma’am me. I’m not quite that old.” She offered with a wink of one eye. “Oh, sorry I do need to be on my way. You young men enjoy yourselves. She chuckled as she turned away and headed off.

Spike and Callum went inside, where Spike directed Callum to the board and sure enough there were plenty of rooms available for rent or purchase but not one looking for a roommate.

“So, how are you at baking?” Spike suddenly asked.

Callum rolled his eyes, “I can do customer service, and run a register but I very rarely bake, or even cook for myself. I just deal in necessities and that’s it.”

“Are you good with anything else? I mean if not the cakes, maybe Twilight could use you as a guinea pig in one of her many experiments- “

“NO!” Callum yelled crossly. Taking a breath he calmly replied, “No, thank you.”

Spike raised an eyebrow and stared at him for a good few seconds before turning away with a shrug. “Alright. If there is no place yet let’s look for work for you. Anything else you can do?”

Callum shrugged, “I guess I could be a gopher. As in someone’s assistant, but my first and last job ended up with me being arrested and fired all at the same time. That was last year, and no one believed the guy was perverse, I couldn’t stand by and watch him leering at all those women in his workplace and then constantly having his hands on them.”

“Whoa, its ok Callum. Let’s take a breath, ok?”

“Sorry I just, I have no idea what is wrong with me. Anytime I see someone doing something I was raised was wrong and no one speaks up about it, it drives me into a frenzy and all I see is red.”

“Heh, sounds like you would get along with AJ and her family.”

“AJ?” Callum pondered for a second, “You don’t mean Applejack, do you?”

“Um yeah, why the sounds of hostility dude?”

“Let’s just say I’m already on her bad side, and she already made it to mine.”

“What happened during breakfast? I missed something.”

Callum, face in his hands shook his head as he breathed out. “I’m sorry Spike, I think I need to take a walk and clear my head. Maybe that will help me out.”

Spike eyed Callum for a few seconds once again, “You know, Twilight tends to pour her all into study and experiments when she gets something into her head. It usually doesn’t tend to bother anyone cause it never really includes anyone else. I’m thinking this whole love thing she has going on, something happened, and you both maybe got hurt?”

Callum was silent but made a barely perceptible nod.

“I’m guessing Aj, was the first to pick up on things, and her drive for honesty might have seemed a little over the top, and a bit protective huh?” When Callum did nothing more than another nod, Spike continued. “They are close friends; we all are close friends. I am sure no one was trying to do anything wrong, it just ended up being a bad situation that was miscommunicated and perceived poorly. Give them some time and they will come around, but you also got to make sure you’re ready to come around too.”

“So, what we all apologize and do a sing along about each other’s feelings?” Callum asked mockingly.

“Dude, this is Equestria, you will learn how things work in time.” Spike leaned forward and snatched contact info slips from the bottom of several papers and motioned for Callum to follow.

They went about the town talking to a few citizens here and there, asking questions about what was needed for the job. Callum did his best, but felt he was coming up just short without a proper suit and tie for sudden onset personal interviews.

The most he could do, or felt he could do, was assist during the weekends with a young lady named Thorny Rose. Rose needed someone to help deliver plants to people on the weekends. Literally loading up and pushing a cart around town.

Callum felt he could be overqualified yet did his best to assure Rose he would be more than happy to help her out for the two days she needed.

“Alright, well that’s enough to get started, but maybe not enough to see me through.” Callum remarked as he looked over the contract with the amount he would be getting for the weekend work.

“Well, it is something and better than nothing.” Spike commented, “Hey, I’m feeling a little hungry, care to share a meal, it will be my treat today. You can get me next time.”

“As long as you don’t get us the food then tell me you left your money in your other scales.”

“Heh, no way would I do that… Um…” Spike suddenly started to pat around his body a look of horror slowly crossing his face.

“Eh, I’ve starved before.” Callum said as he turned one eighty.

“Kidding.” Spike said hurriedly, “I’m kidding Callum.”

Spike led Callum past the market area and towards an open area where a large red and white house sat, nestled by itself. It looked like it had stucco walls with red wooden beams for support and accents for the windows and edges. Above was what looked to be the largest collection of hay for roofing Callum had ever seen. How it kept clean and kept everyone warm and dry he could only guess was the density.

The two entered joined with the jingle of a small bell. A rather tall and slightly plump older looking woman turned to the two and opened her mouth. Her face as well as her apron and parts of her body were covered in splotches of flour and a few strings of dough here and there.

As she opened her mouth, a familiar voice called out from a pair of western looking swinging doors.

“Welcome to Sugarcube Corner!”

Spike and Callum took a seat in a booth, and Callum looked up at the voice, “Is that Pinkie?”

Spike chuckled, “yep.”

“Hm, coincidence, most likely not.” Callum said as he looked up at Spike.

“Well, look, if it helps you can talk to the cakes and see about getting a place out of the crystal castle. I figured it might help you out with things.”

Callum sighed as the woman approached and offered a couple of menus.

“Spike we now have added a new page of crystal sweets to the menu.” Mrs. Cake said as she placed a menu in front of Spike.

Spike’s eyes widened as he lifted the menu eagerly, already having to wipe away some drool.

After a little bit the two ordered, and Spike introduced Callum to Mrs. Cake and explained his need for a place to stay, without any problems.

Their conversation continued for a little bit before Mrs. Cake worked out a deal with Callum.

It was some time as Callum stretched and laid back on the small bed he had been offered until he could buy a proper one for himself. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes, until he heard the door open.

Closing the door, a young woman with a bare thin nightgown looks over at Callum, her pink hair falling loose around her back and shoulders reaching all the way down to an ample and voluptuous rear.

The nightgown was so thin, it was see through, and the only thing covering her form was a near see through bra and panties a slightly darker red than the see through nightgown.

Callum’s head jerked up as he heard the click of not only the door but the lock as well.

“Oh no. Not this time. This time I am saying no.”

“Well, I get that, but I talked with Twilight and was willing to help her with her experiment. Unfortunately, we found that once drank and we fall asleep, we must seek out the first available male to render the effects fulfilled or nulled.”

“Well, that’s not fair, what if you’re not straight, and prefer someone of your own sex?”

“Enough talk, Callum. Please help me.” Pinkie walked over, legs strutting slowly in front of each other, leaving her body to wiggle and sway from one side to the other.

Callum was watching enticed, though he tried to fight against it, he carefully and slowly pulled himself up and turned his head to the side.

Pinkie moved and knelt in front of Callum, her eyes holding a familiar light to them.

Pinkie licked her lips as she moved her hands up and over Callum’s front, slowly sliding them down to his waist.

‘Well,’ he thought, ‘she did say she was helping Twilight. So, either I stop this and march over to Twilight…’

Pinkie had carefully begun to undo his pants and wasted no time removing him from his confines and began licking from base to tip, swirling her tongue as though enjoying the sweetest of candies.

‘Huh, wonder if they need a porn shop.’ If Twilight continues this, he could sell it in small amounts as an aphrodisiac to others to spice up their night lives.

A low groan escaped his mouth as Pinkie had once again gone from the base to the tip, though this time she easily began to lower her mouth over him completely, slowly using her tongue to continue to wet his skin and began to swallow him all the way as she moved her head halfway before slowly pulling back increasing the pressure of her sucking.

Once she reached back to his tip, she twirled her tongue around his head and teased the base of it where the skin was circumcised and most sensitive. Her hand slowly moved down pushing her saliva further before she once again raised her head and lowered herself down, this time completely devouring him inside her mouth. He could feel the wetness of her mouth as her tongue seemed to swell and somehow still wrap around as she began to slowly move her head up and down.

Her other hand raised to begin to gently fondle his sack as though she were trying to tickle him.

The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before with any other woman he had been with and wondered how she was able to do this.

It wasn’t long before he began to feel heat and fire rising up in him, his lower body began to shake slightly.

“Stop.” He said suddenly raising up and pushing against her shoulders gently.

A slight wet smacking pop came as she pulled away from him completely, a thread of saliva held for just a second before it broke away.

‘I can’t believe this, yet I don’t want it to stop.’

“Is something wrong?” she asked apprehensively.

“Just give me a second, let’s get more comfortable. On the bed,” he said as he jerked his head back over his shoulder slightly.

A wide grin plastered her face as he stood took a few steps holding his pants up to click the light.

As he turned, he could see her form laying back on the bed, the thin clothes she had already discarded at the side.

Callum quickly stripped his clothes as he made his way back to bed.

Pinkie quickly wrapped her arms behind his head as he crawled over her form. Just as Twilight had, she refused a kiss from him. He began to make a note of this as he instead moved his head down to begin kissing and lightly biting her neck.

Pinkie moaned as he made his way down to her breasts leaving trails of his lips like phantoms upon her skin. He could feel her skin begin to rise bumps of either cold, or excitement he didn’t care.

She moved her hands down then, away from his head, her legs moving to open further. She was far more immediate than Twilight had been as she gently took hold of him and guided him to her.

A sigh of relief turned to an erotic moan as he slipped inside far easier and faster than he anticipated.

Her legs wrapped around his waist urging him forward needfully as her hands went to his back, his first thrust into her seemed to take her breath away and she clawed at his back.

Callum had always enjoyed a little bit of pain with his experiences though never knew how to articulate it to any partner he had before.

He grunted and growled low and deep within his throat as a part of him, an almost animalistic part began to take over.

What surprised him was her ability to raise her hips as he pushed forward combining thrusts between them to make the impact harder and sending him deeper into her.

“More, please. Harder, more!” She seemed to whisper, almost beg him.

HE was more than willing to oblige her as he picked up the pace and thrust harder.

He knew he could not hold out much longer, which was why he was glad she was asking for something more intense. It said to him she was getting close.

He suddenly felt her tighten around him as she began, and Callum allowed himself to release all restraints.

When done, they panted and seemed to work to catch their breath and get their strength back.

Not wanting to lay on top of her, Callum leaned over and flopped to the side, slipping out of her to a surprised gasp on her side.

Her eyes as she stared at him, seemed to slowly lose their glow.

“Mm” came the sound of what he hoped was satisfaction.

He seemed to catch the appearance of her hair, straight and long, laying flat which was completely different from when she had been awake, and he had seen her during breakfast and then earlier in the day he remembered it being curly and poofy almost wild and seemed to have a life of its own.

As he watched somehow her hair seemed to read his mind as it curled back up and like a spring bounced back to its original form.

“You’re not going to freak out on me like Twilight did, are you?” He ventured to ask as she opened her eyes and laughed.

“No, I did this willingly, though, please don’t be mad. I uh didn’t have Twilights permission to be her guinea pig. I drank the potion when no one was around. I had an idea as to what it did and needed some help for relief. Sorry I lied to you.”

Callum let out a groan and asked her not to do it again.

“If you want something like this from me, just ask. We can be intimate, but I’m not looking for a relationship right now. If that’s not a problem with you.”

“Oh, I see.” Pinkie said, a slight smile on her face. “I think I can play with you a bit more if you don’t mind.”

Callum smiled and said he didn’t mind at all.

Once her strength was back, she moved to the edge of the bed and collected her things and left, with a wink and a wave, Pinkie was gone just as she had arrived.

Callum laid back in his bed and fell quickly to sleep wanting the morning to arrive quickly.

Chapter 3

Twilight smiled to herself as she pretended to be occupied somewhere else in her lab as her spell finished with Pinkie. The voluptuous young woman quickly grabbed and downed the renewed potion believing it was all her idea.

“One down,” Twilight said in a sultry voice to herself. Twilight’s eyes seemed to shimmer slightly as the altered princess had to use brilliance in such a cunning way as to ensure no one was to suspect her from now on.

“All good girls go to heaven, but the naughty girls bring the party to eleven.”

It was already fortunate this potion held no scent or taste as far as she could was aware. But the glowing eyes and altered behavior after hitting R.E.M sleep was too much of a clue.

She needed a way to get the potion to be sampled…

She had been closing the drawer holding all the additional potions when she moved her hand to help her stand up and immediately, she pulled it away as she spotted a speck of blood forming on her fingertip.

“Ow. I really need to be careful. Wait… What was I doing?” she asked herself. Twilight looked down and absently locked the drawer, not realizing her friend Pinkie had already left long ago.

She turned to tend to her slight injury, missing the smiling reflection and glowing eyes in the armoire.

Rarity bid her friend goodbye and closed the door feeling the growing familiar heat in her body rise up again.

She had always considered herself a woman of maturity and control. But these last two weeks, she had started to notice her need to relieve herself seemed to be growing out of control and her usual methods to abate it were failing her.

Biting her bottom lip, she started up the stairs to her private quarters when she was interrupted by the ringing of the bell signaling a customer stopped her cold. Though it did nothing to alleviate the growing heat.

She took a deep breath and used her focusing method to help her as she turned.

Callum carefully closed the door behind himself and looked around the seemingly empty boutique. Though with the variety of clothing racks, doors for dressing rooms, and mannequins portraying a variety of fashions, it was not empty.

“Hello and welcome to Rarity’s Boutique, with everything chique, magnifique and unique.”

Callum looked to his left and saw the young woman with curly purple hair dressed in a glittering dress that seemed she was ready for a ball, or a date or something rather than business. Though as she made her way down the stairs, he noticed the dress was cut and set on the right side of her body to allow easy and even generous movement. There was a clack of her matching heels with straps in place of stockings crisscrossing over her calves.

“Uh, hey,” Callum said, feeling underdressed in simple white t-shirt and jeans under her presence. “So, I was hoping you finished my order?”

“Oh, Callum, dear, yes.” She said, while yanking her eyes away from observing his body.

She led him over to a bench where there lay a couple sets of clothes.

“So, the uniform on the left is the lightweight clothes for your weekend job, and I know you said you would only be doing orders. But it is a bakery, darling. Eventually you may get dough, or pastry stains on you, so I made sure to use fabric that is easy to clean.”

“Well, thank you for the forethought. Do you mind if I use a room to change and see if they fit?”

“Most certainly, darling, just allow me a moment to ensure my rooms are clean and clear.”

“Uh, sure.” Callum turned to peer around the store and the various ‘Summer Styles’ that were available.

Rarity vanished into a dressing room furthest from the door and emerged seconds later with some clothes. She set them to the side and returned claiming a few more were hung up on the walls.

There came a bit of noise followed by Rarity crying out.

“Are you okay?” Callum asked as he quickly approached the door to the dressing room.

“Oh, Callum. I’m afraid I made a mistake, can you come in and give me a hand?”

Thinking she fell and twisted her ankle, Callum quickly went into the barely lit dressing room, stopping short to see Rarity on her hands and knees half under a seat.

The door closed roughly behind him, not even realizing the doors were so heavy and auto shut.

The shutting of the heavy door knocked Callum up against Rarities raised buttocks.

“Oh,” Rarity let slip, almost sounding like a moan as his crotch had pressed hard against her.

“Uh, sorry, the door,” He tried to explain.

“It’s alright darling. But um, I seem to have dropped something important and now I seem to be stuck here.” She quickly explained, her ass moving slightly left to right as though giving a small effort to move.

“Oh, uh…” Callum wasn’t sure if he should trust this, but it was the middle of the day and her eyes, as far as he had seen had not been glowing.

The fact that it had been a couple of weeks since the potion incident, things had settled down.

“Um,” Until now, as Callum tried to move first to the right of the already small and cramped space.

He tried to lean down, his left arm pressing against her waist.

“Darling, if you are trying to get me out from down here, I’m afraid we both will get stuck.”

“Well sorry, I was trying to see if there was a way other than, erm, pulling at your waist.”

“Oh, such a gentleman. I thank you for trying, but I am afraid there is only one way for you to free me in such a small space. Just please be careful, as I really don’t want any of my hair messed up.”

Callum rolled his eyes. Well, if she was worried about her hair, then there was no way this was what he thought.

He placed his hands at her sides, gently and pressed them carefully against her rather lean body. He gave a firm pull, her ass moving back and pressing against his crotch.

“Oh, not quite, darling. Erm, perhaps if you moved your grip a little lower?”

“Sorry, I was attempting to not seem as though I were trying to grab you inappropriately.”

“Oh darling, again thank you for being such a gentleman. But I fear we will be stuck here if we can’t make exceptions for a bad situation as this.”

Callum shook his head trying to fight the side of him that was rising up.

Slowly he moved his hands down so that now he held her ample ass in his hands. Once more he pressed his hands to ensure he had a firm grip and pulled, now no longer thinking of the fact that her ass was pressed directly against his crotch.

For a second it sounded as though Rarity moaned and pressed into him and his hardening cock.

His hand slipped and his thumb stroked against bare skin where he was sure there should have been panties, or some sort of undergarment.

“Well, it would seem I am truly stuck. Perhaps you have a tool, or something to help?”

“I uh,” Callum was silent just as he moved his hands as though repositioning them to make another attempt only to adjust her dress enough to see her now bare and slightly wet pussy, glistening in her own juices.

Without another thought, Callum carefully and near silently undid his zipper, and pulled out his now erect penis.

He hoped he wasn’t coming up short, though he knew he could use three full sized hands around his dick, and still have part of the head sticking out.

“So, I do have a tool here, brace yourself.”

Her dress was already moved enough, bunched up around her waist he had no trouble lining himself up he slowly pushed forward watching her bare thin pussy lips swell open and close tightly around him.

“What?” Rarity began before Callum pushed forward filling her up.

“Oh!” She let out as Callum hit deep inside her.

Before she could utter another sound, Callum pulled his hips back, his hands gripping around her ass, the dress covering her left hand he shoved forward again his pants and stomach hitting against her body.

“Oh, yes!” Rarity let out, “I think this tool of yours is helping. Though I’m surprised you could fit it in here, darling.”

Callum pulled back, almost letting his cock slip out but surging forward again and smiled as her ass quivered slightly under his force.

He was sure now; they were both covered in her pussy juices to make it easier.

Callum positioned his feet and legs and began to thrust, almost bouncing her ass off his body. He raised his plain white T-shirt and undid his jeans to have a more comfortable time.

“Oh yes! I mean, I fear I’m still stuck darling, but please don’t stop.”

It sounded as though Rarity was begging for more.

How hard or serious did she want him to go? It didn’t matter as he was sure her waist was now pistoning back against him.

Callum gritted his teeth and pushed forward while pulling her to him.

Before he knew it, he was pressed back against the door and Rarities upper body slipped out from under the changing room seat. She braced herself upon the seat and clung dearly to it.

Callum wasted no time in leaning up and ov3er her lower back and pulling her dress further up.

She was tightening around him, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He turned her body, grabbing her left leg and lifting it up to his shoulder.

Her eyes went wide for a second as her body and muscles worked to keep up.

She closed her eyes now, a fierce blush on her face as she came under Callum’s forceful control.

As she came, she moaned out loud, unable to stop herself, drenching Callum’s balls as he tightened up and thrust a few more times until he came.

They relaxed, breathing hard from effort.

Rarity moved, allowing both of her heeled feet to touch the ground. She then stood up and leaned over to kiss Callum on the cheek.

“My Hero.” Without saying another word, Callum stood to his full height, only to find Rarity fixing her dress before kneeling and grabbed his now semi-hard cock and placed her lips around the head and moaned as she slid her face forward.

She began to attentively suck, moving her tongue around as though meticulously cleaning his cock.

With a smack of her lips, she looked up at him.

“Just my way of saying thank you for the help darling.”

“My pleasure. Any time a maiden like yourself is in distress, I am more than happy to help.”

They took time to adjust themselves before exiting the dressing room.

Callum picked up his two pairs of uniformed clothes realizing he still had not tried them on, but mentally shrugged it off.

Callum and Rarity shared a smile before he left.