Five: In Which Lilian Ketamina Blows Off Some Steam

Twilight was floating in a bright golden light. She knew on some level that she was conscious, but none of her limbs wanted to move. Sensory data was coming through in bits and pieces.

The warm stroke of a vine across her head.

An exhale of pure bliss as a throb works its way through her whole body, leaving her mind saturated with warmth.

Bon-Bon asking Mistress if she could pet her, and Mistress letting them.

Thunderlane asking Mistress if he could grope her flank… and Mistress letting him.

Being laid down on a picnic blanket, and enjoying what could have been five minutes or five thousand years of doting and pets from Mistress. Eventually, they slowed, but Twilight was too content to even think about asking for anything. It was just so nice to lie in Mistress’s vines.

Mistress’s scent filled her lungs, deep and floral, with sweet notes that made her drool. A vine brushed over her lips, and the pony blankly took a bite at it, gently chewing and sucking at it while her Mistress giggled at the feeling of her little pony trying to munch on her.

Twilight stared at Lyra and Bon-Bon as they walked past on their way elsewhere. Had Lyra always had such fabric soft skin and sewn seams? That didn’t seem right, but perhaps the affini had used some kind of surgical magic to turn her into a plushie. Good for Lyra… or Lyra Plushie. Twilight quickly forgot about that as her eyes drifted skyward.

Clouds rolled by lazily overhead, a few scattered pegasi swooping in and out of them, joined by a few of the bee-people. There was music playing somewhere. More than just the silent song of Mistress, but too far away to pay any attention to. Every fiber of plant matter that made up the affini she lay across in a jumbled pile felt like an entire symphony of comfort against her coat. The tendrils stroking through her tail and mane were the abstract concept of pampering made physical and combing through her hair. The sun was slowly moving across the sky… Wasn’t that important? There was someone she needed to see… maybe?

“Celestia?” mumbled the unicorn, not even really understanding what she was asking.

“She’s not here, Petal. It’s just me.”

The little pony stared into the swirling eyes above her, attempting to remember something in the vast correlation cloud of knowledge that was currently resting under a blanket of comfort. A slim crescent of the moon was faintly visible, and Twilight tried her best to focus on it until the clouds rolled over it in the gentle breeze. Finally, a neuron fired, seemingly at random, and she spoke again.

“Luna?”

“She’s in Canterlot, sweetie. Do you remember Canterlot? It’s where you’re from.”

Twilight’s eyes went wide as she remembered Canterlot existed, and also that she was from there, and that she existed too. Woah. She almost tried to form a question again, but any hope of that was dashed by another brush of vines behind her ears, and she settled back into the drooling haze of comfort once more.

Her wandering eyes landed upon a stray leaf by her affini’s hooves, and the pattern of veins on the underside enraptured her attention. What was she a student of again? There was so much to study, as the light patterning dripped across her senses like melted paint. Rippling wound vines, brilliant cerulean and violet petals. The leaf moved, and Twilight was astonished to learn it had another side, though she did wonder if the one she had been looking at a moment ago still existed. She couldn’t see it anymore, so it was hard to remember.

Buck, Twilight was so unbelievably high.

“Goodness, you slip so deep so easily. If I told you two plus two was equal to five, it would be true as far as you knew,” muttered the affini. Two plus two? Five? If she said it it must be true, Mistress’s words felt so nice… Twilight was learning so much.

“However, I would like you to be a bit more lucid for the picnic proper, my beloved Twilyflower. Your friends should be arriving soon, after all.”

A gentle pinch in her flank, and the saturated gold honey inside her relented, if only partially. Forming coherent thoughts moved from “impossible” to merely “difficult and vaguely undesirable”. She blinked, feeling her limbs respond to her commands for the first time since leaving Sugarcube Corner. Not that it mattered - she was so comfortable, and had nowhere to go. Her eyes turned towards the shadow that eclipsed the sun above her. She’s so beautiful, Twilight thought to herself, letting that single idea monopolize her shallow brainspace. Thinking about Mistress was so easy right now.

“Are you hungry, dear? You haven’t eaten all day, and it is well after noon…”

Twilight noticed her stomach rumbling, and nodded in assent. It was so nice how well Mistress understood her needs. She smiled warmly as Mistress pulled out a picnic basket, stacked with incredible-looking food, some of which Twilight was familiar with, and some of which she was not. Those sandwiches looked really good right now… She focused on it, her horn sparked, then… fizzled. It was simply too hard to hold together a simple telekinetic spell with how fuzzy her brain felt. She whined, pouting at her affini.

“Mistress, I’m… Oh!” Twilight got two words out before a surge of pleasureand prideflooded through her mind, lighting the gooey, honeyed thoughts ablaze and tossing them to the wind. The smile on her Mistress’s face shined like the sun.

She laughed, a twinkling pattern of perfection that gently glittered across the air. “Oh, my apologies, my dearest floret. I wasn’t quite able to hold my feelings inside myself. Please, continue.”

Twilight focused up. Mistress wanted her to speak, so she would speak. It really was that simple. It just felt right. She was such a good student, she would get such a good grade in speaking. She definitely wasn’t going to be sent back to magic kindergarten. “Mistress, I’m hungry, and I can’t get anything while my mind is like this…” Her horn flashed again before fizzling out, and she groaned.

“This feels like an excellent time for a friendship lesson, my little pony.” Mistress snaked out a vine to touch Twilight’s cheek, gently stroking her muzzle. “It’s just like Rarity said - you may not have your magic, but you do have a good friend who is all too ready and willing to help you.”

A vine holding a gorgeous-looking cress-and-cranberry sandwich appeared in front of Twilight’s face. Twilight reached for it and almost tipped over, before another vine wrapped around her, holding her in place. She giggled at how clumsy she felt.

“Whoops! That’s okay, cutie, I can help you, if you’d like.”

Twilight nodded eagerly. Mistress’s help had been so nice today. It was easy to just do what she wanted, and somehow, it always just felt like the right thing to do.

A vine tapped the side of her jaw. “Open.” Obediently, Twilight opened her mouth, and was immediately rewarded by a vine sliding a piece of the sandwich between her lips. The same vine tapped the bottom of her jaw. “Close.” Twilight relaxed into it fully, letting her jaw close around the treat. “Chew.” The vine moved up and down in a small circular motion, and Twilight obeyed, letting the complex, sour flavor of the sandwich fill her mouth, slowly extracting every bit of enjoyment from it she could. After a moment of letting the flavor and her Mistress’s radiance fill her with warmth, she heard her Mistress say, “Swallow”, as the vine stroked down her throat, and Twilight eagerly, blissfully, obeyed.

Twilight so often scarfed down food as quickly as she could, to rush to the next thing to research, the next problem to solve. She so rarely slowed down to really appreciate the flavor of the moment. It was nice. It would be a lot harder to end up coughing and choking on her food as she occasionally did with someone helping guide her.

This process repeated on the next bite. “Open.” “Close.” “Chew.” “Swallow.” Each accompanied by a simple motion of a vine. Deep in Twilight’s mind, part of her protested that this was demeaning, but she shushed that part of her. It felt amazing. Why worry? Another vine appeared with a slice of apple dipped in honey and salt, and Twilight understood, intuitively, what was expected of her. At the prompting of the vine, her mouth popped open to receive the treat, and then closed. It tasted amazing… But Mistress had not yet told her to chew, so she simply left it there, saliva pooling in her mouth, staring up at Mistress and awaiting the command.

Having the honor of being Princess Celestia’s direct pupil came with a lot of pressure. Every magic student in Canterlot had wanted her position, after all, and she couldn't slow down, couldn't stop. She had felt, even if the Princess had never said so, that she could always be replaced. She just wanted to be the best student of magic she could be.

Discovering she was one of the six Elements of Harmony had only heightened that pressure. She didn't know how to tell if she was doing good enough on her own, that was why she needed the guidance of someone like Princess Celestia to keep her on track. She needed external approval, because without that it could all come crashing down.

But this? She didn’t need to expend even a bit of effort, and she was getting praised for it. It felt so easy, so natural. Like there was nowhere else in the world to be.

“Stars, you’re so precious,” Mistress cooed at her. Then the vine told her to chew, and she did, and with her Mistress smiling down at her, everything just felt so right. “See, you don’t need to use your horn. You have me to take care of every last little thing. Isn’t that nice? Such a good little student for me.”

She swallowed and nodded, glee spreading across her face. She was a good student! She cooed in pleasure before accepting some sort of soft, squishy berry from one of Mistress’s vines. She followed her instructions dutifully, and was rewarded by a flavor she didn’t quite recognize. It was good. Unbelievably good. She wasn’t convinced that she had ever tasted something better. Her eyes popped open in shock, just in time to see the shadows over her shifting.

She saw Mistress lean down towards her, and her heart skipped a beat. Was Mistress going to kiss her too? It had been so much fun with Pinkie Pie, and Mistress was so pretty… Waves of warm approval saturated Twilight’s addled mind. She closed her eyes in anticipation.

She let out a surprised moan when something firm, yet warm, pressed up against her horn, and slid along it, little spirals in the material carving whorls of pleasure into Twilight’s mind. Her eyes popped open. Mistress was rubbing her horn against Twilight’s, and her ears- or antennae shaped like ears- were leaving trails of muted yellow powder across her fur that made her giggle and made her thoughts pop into empty nothingness.

It wasn’t a kiss, but the tingling sensation was absolutely blissful, and the feeling of her hypersensitive horn being rubbed was enough to make Twilight’s eyes roll back in her head and let out a little keening whinny.

“Gosh, it really is impressive how much control you can exert over your magic with such a tiny amplifier. Even while on drugs, you still somehow managed to teleport. You really will make such a delightful floret.”

Twilight felt sparks of magical pleasure flood through her mind as stray vines wrapped their horns closer together, and Mistress nudged her head forward. The tingling between magic fields as their horns rubbed together was intense. The resonant energies swirled around the spiral, straight into Twilight’s drug-addled brain. She moaned softly. The desire to just melt into her vines and submit was overpowering.

“It’s so soft, and cute. Nothing like my massive tool.” Mistress gazed hungrily into Twilight’s eyes. “You know, I haven’t actually done this before. I knew from my research that unicorns frequently showed affection and intimacy by rubbing their horns together, but before now I could only guess how it felt. This magic feedback resonance… It tingles in my core.”

Twilight responded with as much eloquence as she could with the resonance vibrations shaking through her skull and tingling pollen coating her. “Hsjflkjd.”

Mistress purred softly. “A silly pet doesn’t need to use their cute, soft horn for magic. Not when their Owner is around. You can just relax and let me take care of everything. You know exactly how nice that feels, don’t you? No, the purpose of your horn, at least for the foreseeable future, is not to cast magic.” She leaned in closer, and her disembodied voice whispered into Twilight’s ear. “It’s to be another erogenous zone for me to tease and touch and play with. Not a source of power. Just a source of pleasure. And not even a very big one, at that. Why, look at how mine just eclipses yours!”

Twilight blushed, hungrily.

“In fact… It’s so much stronger than your tiny, weak, soft horn, that I can even do this.”

Mistress’s horn aligned with hers - easily twice the length of Twilight’s - then shivered and flashed, pushing energy… directly into Twilight. She gasped as she felt the pressure of foreign magic slowly violating her, then giggled maniacally. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t supposed to be possible. The power differential between two unicorns was never this great, to be able to push your will on another directly through the organ they used to amplify their power. It was an unproven hypothetical, a scary story to ensure that young unicorns didn’t neglect their magic training, and, of course, the subject of a great many bawdy romance novels, some of which Twilight stored in her bedside table. It wasn’t real. This couldn’t be happening.

One look up at Mistress swept those thoughts away.

It could.

If Mistress wanted it to happen, it would.

Whether or not she fought back.

Her smile had grown distinctly predatory, and Twilight felt her heart beat faster and faster as the pressure in her skull built.

“Struggle, petal,” Mistress ordered. “Come now, don’t just sit there and let it happen, make me work for it.”

Twilight obeyed, rallying what was left of her conscious mind. The pressure grew further, and Mistress’s advance slowed… but did not stop. And it took so much effort. So much energy just to not immediately give in. Her struggles would not protect her, and she could just tell that Mistress was savoring the look of terror in her eyes. Twilight felt her reserves starting to crack under the strain.

Every breath saturated Twilight’s nostrils with air that sparked and tingled, a sweet, floral aroma that weakened her focus. There was a song faintly resonating in the shell of her ears, calling her to give in. The gently swaying vines of Mistress’s body were hypnotic, pulling Twilight in deep. But she had to prove she could do this. Magic was her purpose, she could not let herself fail.

She tried to charge a tiny shockwave that would break the contact between them, but the pathetic puff she managed didn’t even make her affini flinch. Twilight attempted to cast a defensive ward upon herself, but another wave of sheer overpowering will from Mistress blew it away like tattered paper in the wind. Her body felt heavier, glowing as glimmering golden threads slowly wound themselves into her fur, holding her down, showing her that she was weak and helpless against the raw power of her Mistress.

The soft ding of a communicator interrupted her thoughts, and the pressure suddenly relented, as Mistress pulled her horn away, and Twilight gasped in relief, letting herself flop into her Mistress’s vines.

“What’s the phrase… Saved by the bill?” Mistress heaved a heavy, theatrical sigh. “No, not yet. You will not break for me yet, Twilight Ketamina.” She leaned in closer, and whispered, “But from this moment on, some part of you will understand that each independent thought you have is a gift from me. The ability to think is a privilege, one I could revoke at any time. Do you understand?”

Twilight nodded, gazing up reverently at her affini. “Yes, Mistress.” That sent another wave of pride and adoration swimming through Twilight’s mind, and she giggled. It felt so good when she did what Mistress liked. She was immediately rewarded with a slow, languid lick along her horn; a massive, tongue-like vine snaked back into Mistress’s mouth, and Twilight couldn’t help but think about how it would feel to kiss her Mistress.

She whined softly as Mistress put her down. “Now, Twilight, your friends will be here in just a little while. Do you think you’ll be alright with me leaving for a bit? I need to go pick up a little surprise for you, but I promise I’ll be back before too long, okay?”

Twilight pouted. The picnic blanket, while unreasonably soft, wasn’t as nice as Mistress’s vines. But, thinking about it, she smiled. “I’ll be fffffine,” she murmured, nodding politely. It was, after all, a beautiful day. She’d be fine without her affini for a little while. “I’m Twilight Ketamina, a capable, independent pony. I’ll be fine!”

“Of course you are, Twilyflower.” She leaned down and left a soft kiss on Twilight’s cheek before wrapping a vine around Twilight’s throat. “Just gonna be sure you’ll be alright without me.” The vine retreated, but Twilight could still feel a soft pressure against her neck. She giggled at the strange sense of safety that lent her. Mistress gave her one more thorough headpat before turning to canter away.

Twilight blushed even harder. Mistress thinks I’m good at being independent, she thought to herself, and beamed.

Author's Note

Art, as always, by Sheepwave.

We hope you enjoyed this burst of chapters. the story is already fully written, and we will be posting the rest when we return from vacation in December! <3