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Twilight Sparkle Has An Idea

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Twilight knew firsthoofed that a unicorn’s horn was directly connected to the brain, and it could be used for a wide array of purposes, as a tool it could be used to channeling magic; but blind unicorns could even have a notion of space through it, and deaf unicorns had used it as an antenna for sound reception. It’s indeed a sensible organ, whose more proverbial use has been always as an erogenous zone.

Twilight was recalling her past memories, she knew how stroking or caressing her horn could feel. She had played with it before, during her lonely body explorations when she was younger.

And she knew from theoretical knowledge that unicorns are able to feel a reaction very alike to an orgasm just from horn’s stimulation, but she had never actually felt such feeling by herself, her own self exploratory moments ended always first by a climax in her nether regions, and she had never been able to make herself feel such stimulus.

But by Empirical experimentation, during a normal orgasm she always finds in herself a healthy increase of heart beating, lung activity, and an excitation of her imagination that sometimes brought along pink or rainbow colored shapes, but alicorn sized, some other times she was an alicorn herself and her shames were strangely similar to the ones of acquaintances and friends.

It was for the most part, a work of imagination. And after the release of enjoyment, she was always relaxed, in good mood, and with a clear and focused mind; but a musky hoof. And that’s just what she needed in that moment. Not the musky hoof, but the musk itself that drips out of her after an orgasm. She knew that if she was able to orgams trough her horn, a stream of ideas could flow out directly from the innermost part of her brain, her problem could be solved, and as an additional feature, her good mood would return.

The only problem is: that she didn’t know how to bring herself to climax with her horn.

She tried rubbing it through the hole in the book that was already in her head. She thought that the gutter form of it could feel pleasurable, but most of her strokes ended pecking the air, and the feeling of the hole around wasn’t very different than simple wood around. So she ended dropping the idea after some unsatisfactory attempts, and a slightly chipped horn.

She tried with her front hooves, and her heat started to build up on her body, and her thoughts. She was starting to feel warm and cozy, and her fantasies were starting to take to form of an unidentified orange mare bucking apples; an unidentified orange mare wearing a cowpony hat and ribbons in her mane, and tail, tail that was behind a slender and curvilinear body, between muscular and firm hind legs, strong legs that provided an exciting and rough ride. But in the end she was able to tame in her fantasy, to the wild mare, and she took the hat for herself as a price for her bravery.

Her heat was building up indeed, but her hooves were harsh, and her position was awkward, starting to make her neck feel ache after a while. She intended using magic in herself, but the very notion of it was contradictory. Her horn could be used to feel or channel magic, but no both things at the same time. An increase of her pleasure on that orange mare, that now had wings for some reason, meant also a decrease in her magical control and viceversa, so even try that was utterly useless.

She tried then with her own pillow, and her thoughts about a now horned orange mare with wings changed to a wingles white unicorn, with a mane in the same purple than her own coat curled at the side. It was a very elegant unicorn, no doubt about that; with and excellent taste. The stranger white unicorn, was calling Twilight’s name between moans and whines. Twilight was being too rude with her, but even like that she was asking for more; her only definable words were praises to Twilight's exquisite taste, and how wonderful were the dark colors of Twilight's coat and mane. But the pillow was too soft, and didn’t survive the multiple staves from its owner’s horn.

Her own bed sheets would have to do now the job, wrapped around her hooves they weren’t that bad, in fact all the folds were doing an excellent job. Each cares felt with a multiplied speed, with this she thought that she could finish at least. It was like if somepony were doing a fast job.

Swiftly, the elegant pony of her fantasy was a wingless and hornless cyan mare with punkie mane, lost in the ground, weak and fragile, but very hastily grateful to the great and powerful Twilight, that helped her when no other pony could even stand a sight of her weird multicolored mane.

And just as fast as she was showing her appreciation over her horn, she just clopped her cyan hoof in the purple horn, and went away. The sheets were too hard to kept in place and her fantasy was abruptly interrupted by the sound of her own hooves on her horn.

After that she tried with Spike bed items too, it seemed as a good idea, at first. Somehow even more exciting, but just as failed as her own by the same reasons.

Then she went to the kitchen, and tried a banana peel from her fridge. It felt fine, it felt as a yellow pegasus trapped in a cave by a blizzard outside, It felt cold, and desperate, as the last resort she could even dispose before freezing to death. At the beginning, they were ashamed, and clumsy, but it was their last resort. Very soon a warm feeling made it all feel alright. The shame was dissipated, and Twilight was being strong and dominant. The unknown yellow pegasus under her, who was meek and feeble before, turned out to be the Royalty of her own iced realm; feared by her own furry subjects. Powerful and yet regal. Now, the formerly shy, winged, and horned little princess; started to loudly scream in the agony of her own pleasure. But then the peel was smashed by Twilight’s horn between her hooves, and she feel alone again, near the own coldness of her fridge.

Then Twilight tried stroking her horn inside an Apple Pie. Her thoughts now were these of the form of a totally random pink cowpony, with inviting smile and puffy mane. Twilight hugged her by her back, both mounting on a mechanical bull game, rubbing her bodies against each other. Their laughters seemed to fill an undefined place, the rudeness of the game made their bodies brush in indecent places, which increased their shamelessness behavior. And soon Twilights body was boldly exploring, the pink coat of a totally unknown pink mare, by her own. Twilight graved the head of her game companion, and shamelessly planted a kissed in front of any audience the game could have.

The candy flavored kiss continued as a taste recognition study from her lips to her tongue, and then over her cheek, neck, and cotton candy flavored mane; which was bitted in a fierce movement provoked by the game they were riding on. But it had been a tasty bite, very tasty indeed. In fact all of hers was edible, her coat, her hears, even her neck. Her companion moaned in pleasure after each bite, and then a couple of wings that hadn’t been an obstacle in their hug before was devoured. And a long horn that Twilight hadn’t noticed before had a taste to crispy waffle. Twilight then had a craving for the more tasty parts of her companion. But then the pie suffered the same fate than the banana peel; smashed above her head. It just had the same result, or even a worst one.

After that, for some reason, Spike’s jewels were appealing, his property again, but seemed such a good rubbing surface. Twilight couldn't let pass away the opportunity, and surprisely the grainy pressure she was applying, with her own front leg, on top of the jewels above her horn, was a strong and pleasurable feeling. Good in some strokes, but some others were totally disappointing; some even hurtful. Some even felt as adult dragon skin, and Twilight didn’t know why, but she kept doing that until a better idea enlighten her head.

The fridge’s door; it had flexible edges, just the same than the opening of the box, and the cold, unlike to with her nethers, wasn’t a con. Actually it was something that helped to intensify the feeling of pulling relative inertia, or horn-blow for short.

Placing her horn between the soft part of the frame, and squashing the door against it; she could feel a slow fresh feeling waving through her horn. Like running in a cold day against the air, running to the tender wings of a lover much more bigger than herself. Snow white coat, but of warm body, very warm, like a sauna, or a volcano. The feeling of that, very comfortable against her frozen outer coat, to her neck, to her face; to her legs entangled in the sylph-like legs of a much bigger lover. An unidentified lover of billowing mane, rainbow colored too, but of much more tender and soft attitude than her cyan friend. Even so, almost condescending, almost regal, but complacent, very complacent. No cutie mark in her flank, pure snow white, she’s much less experimented, much less dominant, and very grateful to her master, the great and powerful Twilight Sparkle.

Twilight’s body was melting with the one of her lover, student, and personal pet, inside her fantasy. When just before reach her first horn climax in her life, her body fell down. The fridge was broken due to overload, and Twilight’s body fainted due to dehydration.

Not able to sustain that fantasy, or any other after that, she rehydrated herself with enough fluids, and went to her bathroom to wash her face, and cool down the frustration of her failed attempts. Maybe even brush her mane. After all; there’s no reason to look like that, even if she was in the intimacy of her home just looking for a fantasy.

Magically floating her brush, she started to straighten her mane, long and soft brushings in front of her bathroom mirror. The hypnotic movements of her shiny magic, and the sound of her own mane; soon inducing her imagination into a receptive state, where she’s being nuzzled by a dark coated mare. An extraordinarily beautiful dark mare, taller than her, horn and wings completing a royalty decorated set.

Twilight doesn't think to have a wings or horn fetish, Unicorns or pegasi aren’t especially attractive for her after all. But, in her fantasies, her mind is free to wish for, and indulge her. And so on, now a cold night was a perfect stage, no ground, or sea; only stars. And she can fly, she doesn’t even need wings, it’s her fantasy after all.

The unknow dark mare is waiting there, all for hers. She’s using a pet’s collar, but she doesn’t even needs it, this cute yet powerful looking, unnamed dark mare, is loyal, and obedient, very good, so good. Specially with Twilight. Maybe even, just with her only. She’s so strong and yet so indulgent. She was the one that probably destroyed the world, just to be with Twilight alone, in a nightly sky, in an eternal kiss.

And then a knocking on her door brought Twilight back to reality. Her brush mysteriously rubbing against her lower folds, held by her own magic. But still, mysteriously.