Morning's Glory

Twilight let out a long sigh. It was another five minutes until recess. Normally, she used to dislike recess... and well, she still technically did... but this class, despite the content, was boring her... she knew how to use a condom, both male and female. They had trained on putting on, and in using various fruits. Though, the way the holes were carved just made her think of work... if she could now call it that. She'd been going there daily for a week now. It hadn't taken long before she got the hand of the schedule, and from there, it was just as fun to plan what times and intensity she'd go after. She'd even improved the place a bit, fixed the flap of the lid among other things. She'd contemplated on installing cover beads, a blur spell or some cloth cover to allow quicker client change as to not have to shut the lid in between each mare. But for now, it worked fine just as it was. Safe to say for now at least; She wouldn't pick the rush hour shift again. Least not for a while. It had made her feel a little... filthy. Sure, she was sucking off random mares, and, most the time, drank their load. Wasn't super good, but wasn't bad either. It made less of a mess however. But it was different from the rush hour, there they just came in, pushed the lid aside, and whipped it out. Not that this was the most personal thing, but... it wasn't the same.

Sure, it had been simple, just suck and swirl, bob a little. Swallow or spit. Ponies weren't even keen about keeping secret. She'd even been tagged in on after a mare finished, she barely had time to gulp before she heard the mare whose load she just drank snicker and let out a 'Nice...' then the sound of a hoofbump was heard. She still wasn't sure if that was an insult or not... The last mares she went down on even went at the same time. Having her alternate between whom he sucked. She'd been a little tempted to just quit, but she'd try everything at least once... but yeah, rush hour, not for her. Too impersonal. Just swollen bead after bead, quick knocks followed by a grunt as she finished their needs inside of her mouth, then straight out to be replaced by the next swollen marehood. Glancing down at the markings on the wall, some ponies even kept 'score' on how much meat they worked through on a day. And in a school filled with puberty riddled young mares, the next vulva was easy to obtain. The purple pony quickly figured out how the points system worked. It helped with them actually having a notepad there. Yet some kept marking on the wall with a blackboard pen.

Looking them over, her eyes bulged a bit. The ones leading, each sucked off over hundredfold mares a month... the current lead was at 279, followed by 228. Though, according to the pad, the follow up had drunk over 30 liters more ejaculate... she wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel over knowing that... impressed? Disgusted? Disturbed? Awed? That was a lot of horsecunt to gobble... not to mention the massive amount of ejaculate. Those ponies gotta be working each rush hour, every day... Twi felt a slight tingling throb on her family jewel as she bit her lip. She had to admit though... either of those ponies could likely suck her dry under a minute. Wonder how many moves they knew? Her thoughts were interrupted by the bell, snapping her back to reality. Looks like it was showtime! Maybe she ought to write down her amounts, estimated wise, in both the pad and her own notebook? She had to admit, there was an excited tingle to see how well she fared compared to the other guys and gals workin' the stalls. Then again... she might end up last, and that wouldn't do her self esteem much good. She was in this for the experience and research after all, primarily.

Granted, the purple unicorn still had a lot of her excitement of something new. But it has gone over to a more professional level... or least she wasn't stroking herself off while working, or whimpering and rubbing her hindquarters against the hole, hoping for them to be up for doing her in return... she had been a little too excited in the start after she managed to get confidence after the first session with the mysterious mare that taught her the ropes. Plus, she felt a little dumb it took her four days to figure out she could visit the stalls, not just work at them... she had to say, after she tried them out, she got more appreciation for the work she did. Plus, the 'tips' she got was a nice bonus. Usually confections. Such as a strip of gum. At first she thought it was to help loosen up the jaw, or just because it was a treat, but it had taken her overhearing two mares snickering about a colt which breath had smelled of marecum. She'd been quick to use them at the end of each shift. As a quick exhale on her hoof to then sniff had made her realize that, you could indeed notice the scent. Was a rather sweet yet strong mix... while similar, it wasn't as musky as her erm... 'leftovers' she'd forgotten to empty that one time at home. She was still cleaning up almost directly after each session she had at home since that incident.

She chuckled to herself. 'We have such high student attention rate due to our fabulous decorations and atmosphere.' She'd recalled that part in the school paper. Horseapples. The reasons the students, at least the female portion were so collected, was from a notable chunk being high on afterglow. She'd breezed through her history major after she'd used the stall during lunch that day. And here she'd been using her hoof and horn all these years. Or even snuck away to try and get a quick wank off. Here it was easy thanks to the sophisticated and simple system being used. Just note stall, check experience on occupant, and mark a spot if you want in. Granted, it was a bit of a honor code. But so far, she'd yet to meet someone to break it. Or well... her sixth day of work, a pony had come in unannounced as she was wrapping up to leave. But Twilight found it in her to give the mare a quickie. She had caught the cum in her magic however, she'd just wiped her muzzle clean after all. She recall cracking a mental joke of how that had literally gone 'down the drain'. But the mare hadn't complained, quite the opposite, she was just happy to get to unwind by unloading, even if barging in unannounced. But Twilight had found herself willing to spare a few minutes, possibly to be nice, or out of sympathy of having had to sit with a boner throughout class more than once. She wasn't sure for how much longer she'd conduct this experiment however, but she'd likely utilize the facilities for her own release for the remainder of her time here. It was much more time efficient and convenient than masturbation after all.

The mare glanced around herself. She'd almost reached the fillies room on the second floor while reminiscing. (PROOFREADING: check if this is correct) She was awfully skilled at that. Wasn't much of a surprise to her that she could manage to zone out and miss out on ponies calling to her. Or cause her to bump into objects, or other ponies. She gave a light shrug and looked around the corners of the corridor. Many students and some teachers were bustling around. She'd already done the required paperwork to indicate she'd be working there. Five minutes to go. Nopony she recognized was around. A auburn mare with frilly, burgundy mane strolled out from the fillies room, a drawn sigh being released as she shifted her weight. Narrowing her eyes, Twilight was pretty sure she'd just visited the stalls. Wasn't much of a secret many mares emerged from there with a smile, but it took away some of the mystique if everypony knew which were in here. As the mare left, Twilight saw this as good as any other chance to slip in relatively undetected. Last time her astronomy teacher had spotted her, and he had expressed worry as she'd been in there for over an hour.

She hadn't been sure if she was closer to die from embarrassment that he might found out she had spent that hour more or less gargling cum, or have him think she just had a really severe constipation or something... more fluid... on the upside, both of said thoughts had quickly killed any remnants of a boner she might have had. She had opted to go for a near lie that she had just been very enthralled and... deep into some studies of her, very briefly flashing her notepad. The page about the nutrition value of ejaculate having been the top layer. Luckily, he seemed to have fully bought it, saying he could relate to sometime getting a little carried away with a good book or a thesis while in the bathroom. It made her put a pin on her theory of the toilet somehow being a great place to think on. As she consequently have had some of her best ideas in there. It was like, she could just ponder more clearly while taking care of... certain business... she had to admit though, there had to be somewhere more optimal than a public bathroom to have glory holes in... while almost every mare that knew about it, out of courtesy never used this bathroom for that purpose, not everypony knew about it... and it sometimes had a bit less pleasant effects due to this. But for now, as she pushed open the door in, she had to say it was one of the better places, at least school wise, to have it in. It was easy to clean up after all. And it wasn't as suspicious to walk out of with a sigh of relief as like, the library would be.

She looked over the three mares currently getting ready by the sinks, washing their hooves, fixing their hair a bit and the like. Twilight never really understood the excessive prissing about. Freshening up, or getting ready for the day, that was one thing. But the whole pampering deal? That was just peculiar to her. Said mares met her gaze however, glancing between each other, inspecting her... then one of them let out a snort and rolled her eyes, and the other two chipped in by giggling. Wait... had they just tried to guess if she was the next pony to go in the stall? ... and had they just scoffed at the idea of her doing it? ... again, Twilight wasn't sure if she liked that ponies couldn't see her doing it, or if she was relieved nopony suspected her... granted, that was a bit like seeing Celestia as a mischievous stud that... okay, her own brain seemed to think that was a tad bit too stupid to even let her finish the thought.

She let out her own snicker, making the mares tilt their heads, as she noticed this, she quickly folded her ears and scuffled into the far away stall. Hearing the mares murmur to each other. Great. Now she might get more rumors about her... she let out a huff. Then again... thinking back on it; why wouldn’t Celestia be able to be a stud? She been around for hundreds of years, she probably knew her way inside and outside a pony like the bottom of her hoof. Not to mention she has a massive... Twilight bit her lower lip. She’d never seen Celestia erect, but that mare’s length indicated that she was packing, princess sized... not to mention what the size of the royal crown jewel must be... or the depth of the regal chambers... Twilight wasn't even sure she’d be able to wrap her mouth around it... and she could probably fit an entire leg inside th- the unicorn gave herself a swift and silent slap. She doubted Celestia would mind, but it still felt really dirty, and wrong to fantasize about a goddess... even though she was very sure a large number of ponies did it. Even if they probably never mention it to anypony else, or even feel comfortable with it.

Twilight wondered if she’d even be able to pleasure Celestia... in worst case, she’d just try to get her mouth around that likely massive sun-sphere, then freeze in fear, and quiver uncontrollably, managing to give a unintended vibrative stimuli... is that even a thing? She was about to reflexively sit down on the seat on the floor, when she heard the three mares starting to trot out, gossiping about some Photo Finish having released her latest collection. Shortly after, ‘the’ stall swing open, and a pony was heard sneaking out to the sinks, doing a quick wash then she could hear the door out open as she pony swapped to a more casual trotting. If she had to guess, it had been a mare. Stallions tended to creak the door out open, and scurried away if the coast was clear.

The purple unicorn gave a stretch and opened her own door. She gaped her jaws wide. She was about to get busy it seemed. In around five minutes, her first client ought to pop in and whip it out. Opening the stall she... found cumsplatter around the hole, the lid still open, and more splotches down on the floor... that better have been a beginner just now... it’s not that hard to clean up after yourself. With an annoyed huff, Twilight took some paper in her magic, and wiped off the stall to the best she could, using paper, some water, and wet paper. She hoped the other side looked better at least. The first time she used it, it was stained around the rim, and there was a puddle underneath it. What was ponies deal with not cleaning up after themselves? She was about to toss the used paper in the trash, when the door was pushed open. She almost squeaked as she leapt inside the stall, nearly slamming the door behind her.

Okay... she could deal with the paper later... for now they worked fine in the corner here... cleaning up might have taken her around five minutes, combined with the stall change... so, whomever entered, might have been her client. The purple mare took a breath. She’d done this before, nothing to get nervous about. Just a first time, first timer mistake she had to take care off. Twilight wouldn’t let it throw her off balance, or delay her schedule. She listened to the shuffling on the other side of the stall. It went on for far longer than it normally should. She heard sudden hoof contact on the wall, causing her to flick an ear. What the hay was this mare up to? ... or... might this be one of those stallions that tried to use glory holes? Despite them being intended for use by mares? She’d only read about those. She was used to mares, but... would she be ready for a stallion? There was a sudden double tap on the wall, indicating they were ready for her to start.

Twilight shuffled nervously. This hadn’t been part of her schedule. She could feel herself breathe faster, imminent sign that she did not deal well with change or sudden surprises. She left the cloth up, instead, just slid the hatch to the side and was met with... teats... no wait, there was a vulva... beneath? The unicorn blinked in confusion. Taking several seconds for her to register what she actually saw. It was a mare, on her hind legs, pushing against the hole with her nether region. Her dark aquamarine clitoris unfolding before the perplexed unicorn. Which in question still was busy blinking in confusion. She had been expecting some stallion desperately clambering at the wall, trying to stand upright while they attempted to get their genital through the hole. Not some... mintish mare trying to emulate a stallion when they had a perfectly simple method of presenting their posterior to the hole...

Twilight was about to break the suggestion of silence, when the other mare did it for her. “What? Never seen a pony stand before?”

“Er well... yes... but never at a glory hole... isn’t that like, a male thing?” Twilight did her best to use her fake voice, but she hadn’t had that much practice. Still, it did beat standing there baffled.

There was a bemused scoff from the other side. “Yeah, right. Like they were the first to come up with doing that. We all know glory holes are for mares primarily. It’s just as of late ponies have started coming up with maybe letting the bucks get a slice of the action.” The voice seemed authentic, and very peppy. Twilight however, stuck to her practiced one.

“Well, yes... but why would a mare even need to attempt to stand up? They’re designed to be pressed against by our flanks. Offering full access, and permitting a varied amount of anonymity, depending on the base design... sure that wouldn’t be more comfortable for you?” Twilight had an urge to also point out that Sir Glory, was likely the pony to come up with the concept of a glory hole. Even if there was widespread debate, in the unofficial circles of science of course, that he simply was the most well known to have been caught going to a glory hole to pleasure mares... mostly as he’d ended up giving head to his sister. That noble blunder had not ended well for their family...

“Oh, there’s more than one way to groom a cat you know?” The mare gave a slight thrust, bumping her pelvis into the wall gingerly. “But no, I prefer it this way. Thanks for asking though. Most ponies do actually... but let me tell you you gals are missing out! Standing up is really neat for a bunch of things!” Aside from being useful for earth ponies in order to reach certain objects, Twilight couldn’t see much reasons to stand up... unless perhaps you had that rare birth defect that misplaced your... she quickly shoved those thoughts into a trunk and metaphorically flushed them. She didn't need to be unable to get an erection for the rest of the day...

The other mare had started wagging her tail eagerly. It had very similar color as the mares coat, bar the white line going through it around the middle. Twilight wasn’t too sure how to approach this... did she just like... suck the exposed tip? Or lick along the length? She kinda had to bend her neck a bit for either... maybe she should just jerk her off via magic? Her shift so far had been mighty confusing. And she was suddenly glad she only had one planned client for the first 15 minutes of her shift. As this might take a while...

“So... you gonna start sucking or?” The mare tapped the wall gingerly.

“Well... yes, I had planned to... but I really don’t know where to start... it’s all flipped 90 degrees here.” Twilight gave a ginger prod to the fleshy bead with her hoof.

The other mare let out a soft, accustomed sigh. “It’s really not that different... just angle your muzzle a bit, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Please? I really prefer to get head this way... that, and the last two declined and left me cold turkey...” Twilight had to admit, this was strange request... and despite not knowing too much about fetishes, she could tell this was far from even one of the more extreme ones... strange perhaps. But nothing really ‘weird’ so to speak... Kinda like those that were tired to jacking it alone, so they find a partner, and once at the correct ‘base’, inquire a bedroom visit...and then mainly only crave to jack off with the other watching... not a extreme fetish, very tame even. But still considered very strange by most ponies. Still... being left cold turkey was bad form according to the purple pony. She’d personally need to be in a huge hurry to ever leave a pony behind like that.. or if they’d be incredibly rude to her. She couldn’t see such ponies getting very popular sexually however.

Letting out a small ‘oh, all right’ sigh, Twilight reached her hoof out to stroke her frog along the length of the other mare. On further inspection, she had a notable above average size. At least along the slit. She was a good approximate twenty percent longer from top to bottom than the average mare. Maybe not that notable to most, but during her time working here, she had gained much knowledge about female variety during her relatively short term she’d spent here. She knew each mare’s pride was a snowflake, so to speak. But she’d never imagined there’d be such huge amount of texture, size, shape, color and overall design differences. Twilight had had to admit that suddenly, the measuring contests in middle school didn’t seem as juvenile... or well, at least the ones that weren’t purely juvenile. She gave a smirk, sliding her hoof back across the length, earning a low knicker off approval. Maybe she should just settle for a hoofjob? It would be convenient. Possibly throw in some telekinetic strokes... then again, she would likely not have a chance to study this position for quite some time, if ever. She’d better make the best out of it.

Twilight inspected the swollen clit through the hole. It was as unfolded as last she saw it, twitching lightly with arousal. Angling her muzzle, she managed to capture it between her lips, giving a slow suckle, causing the other mare to buck her hips against the wall, light clambering could be heard from the other side as the mare steadied her balance. The purple pony pondered... it was possible that the forced focus on standing on the hind legs somehow heightened the stimuli. It did take most ponies a bit of practice before they could stand firm upright during orgasm. Making it a bit more enjoyable to be able to force the muscles to a certain pose than just lying on their belly or back. Perhaps this standing act was another step down that path? Thinking about it, it would make sense that added arousal would be applied if a mare mastered, and pushed through any wobbliness as she came. A sort of basic aphrodisiac. Similar to the sense of achievement somepony that acquired a notable amount of orgasms in a row would get. She wasn’t sure though. Maybe this pony just had a ‘zing’ for it... she did have that one mare that came solely by her kissing her folds... Twilight certainly had a lot of work left if she wanted to uncover the least of the mystery behind them, let alone fully understand them.

Wondering made her wonder though: What did other ponies think about during the session? She had a high multitask capacity, so she could take notes while working a bead, or the few times she’d gone here to get hers done. But ponies had to be thinking of something... she somehow had really hard trying to guess on what however... maybe just the act itself? Or some part of it as a whole, like the finish? Mare ejaculation was quite heavily visualized and emphasized in the porn she had studied. Well, once she was done with the occasional... ‘practical analysis’ of it. Twilight gave another swirl around the pearl, eliciting a nicker of approval, and some slight clambering on the wall. The other mare pushed her package up against the hole, her hooves strafing apart a bit. The unicorn had to try standing up later during some stress relief... there had to be some reason for this mare to go through the inconvenience of that pose. Twilight found it hard to see this fetish as entirely mental... then again, she had heard about a mare that was able to reach orgasm from ponies just complimenting her sex... noted, she still had to look into that.

“Mnh... what are you even thinking about?” The voice took Twilight off guard, making her give a distinct ‘Huh?’ noise, before quickly stuffing her muzzle closer against the vulva she was idly sucking the clit off. “Oh come now, don’t act like I didn’t notice. You got a very daydreamy suckle. I know muzzle motions, and you don’t have one of the cum hungry ones, one that gets off on others getting off or even that just does it for ‘work’. No ma’am! You seem to be thinking deeply about something.” The mare let out a light giggle. “And then I don’t mean how hung I am.” She wiggled her hips. “According to my gyno, this gal’s real deep.” The mares minty clit slid back in for a moment to unfold a second later. “I know you can’t see my eyes, so that’s the best assuring wink I can give ya.” Twilight did give a bemused snort. While a really old joke, it was used in a rather funny manner. She gave the swollen bulb a kiss, pulling back to resume stroking the vulva along it’s length..

“Well, yes, you got me there.” Twilight had gotten quite good at her disguise voice if she may say so herself. It wasn’t a silly one either. While silence was usually tradition, quite a few didn’t mind breaking that. It was more of a courtesy suggestion. Was almost always employed when there were other mares in the restroom as well, but even then there was those that didn’t mind advertising that fact. Though, most didn’t out of courtesy. She finally did know what those knocks followed by grunts, groans or other noise was however. Those had really bothered her in the past... She let out a low sigh, trying to think of what to say to the mare.

“Oh, oh! Let me guess: You’re wondering how it feels standing up on the hind legs? Or oh, maybe you wonder how big my load is? Or how deep I actually go?” This mare had gotten quite a bit more perky since she started sucking. Was she really that down from being neglected twice before? ... granted, she’d be put off too, but more in a annoyed manner. She was right though. On the first part at least... or actually... the second two was kinda interesting, and/or relevant to the act as well...

“You’re kinda right, though the last two are more of a side ponder... I’m doing this to learn more about glory holes, and sex in general actually.” She gave a little embarrassed paused before resuming. “I... I actually only found out about it around a week ago, and then I mean sex overall.” She rubbed the folds to the side with her hoof, stroking between them with her frog. “Still haven’t done anything outside my own bedroom or this stall though...” Twilight wasn’t entirely sure why she was telling this mare these things, but she didn’t seem like the mean type. She had a very cheerful attitude. Besides it wasn’t like she often got a chance to discuss this with ponies. Wasn’t like she got home and asked her mom if she thought she should spit or swallow. Or went up to Sparkler after math class and like, asked if she was in for a quick blow, or what their favorite part about cunnilingus and/or glory holes was. Wasn’t exactly cafeteria talk material.

“Oh? Only been servicing, or had a chance to get serviced too? As for the other ones... well, lets say you’re getting closer to finding out about at least one of them hehe!” The mare giggled and smirked with her tongue. How Twilight managed to pick out the last part was due to how it was actually audible, along with how the laugh shifted in tone.

Just casually chatting, while stroking this mare was a nice change from the usual pace of mares trying to stuff her throat with their juices. Or, at least yesterday had been very much like that. Part of the charm, and nuisance with this occupation was that you never knew what’d unfold in front of you, so to speak. “I’ve had time to do both, but done a lot more behind the scenes work so to speak heh...” If there’d been more room Twilight would have suckled while stroking, but her front leg took up about all space of the hole there was. At least due to the strange angle she had to be in due to the standing mare.

“That’s neat! I’ve only been on the receiving end so far.” She shifted her weight a bit. “Say... since you mentioned it; want to hear something I heard about the origin of glory holes?” Twilight’s ears perked up over what she heard.

“Why yes! I’d love to hear that. I’ve researched it myself, but it’s not exactly the most common theme. Or something you ask for in public... unless you aren’t the least bit bashful or embarrassed about the subject heh...” Twilight rubbed the back of her head with her other front hoof, temporarily only standing with her hind legs on the floor.

“Heh, can tell you’re not the type to brag about getting blown during lunch chatter.” Wait... ponies actually did that? “Anyhow, maybe not the origin exactly, not for our at least, but I’ve heard that there’s another creature, in which the male is the one that came up with, along with being the gender to mainly utilize these contraptions.” Twilight tilted her head to the side, about to ask how and why the males would be the ones, going with the anatomical issues that springs up with that. “I’m sure you’re about to ask why or how, and well, they’re bipedal. I’m actually standing like their females have to stand to use a glory hole!” Huh... She didn’t knew of that many creatures that were bipedal... and was that the reason she stood like this? To uh... okay no, that still didn’t make much sense as a reason...

“Huh... never heard of that... and are you sure that’s how their female’s use them?” She didn’t know where exactly the vulva would be angled, but if it followed the spine like for them...

“Well, yeah, I think so. I mean, it’s too hard for me to try and lean the other way, our legs don’t go like that as easily. Plus I mean like, why wouldn’t they want to use them? Far as I know, they got an active sex drive and needs. Supposedly not all of them can orgasm from vaginal though... and theirs ain’t prehensile. Their clits are much more a pleasure focus however.” Hm... this creature seemed quite peculiar. But she could see it as a thing. After all, if their females could build a whole sub-culture about the glory hole, why wouldn’t the males of another species be able to do the same? Still, the main reason the clit tended to be in focus for them was because it was convenient. Sure, some aimed to more muzzle fuck, or even hoof if the mare was hung enough. Plus, she was right, what female wouldn’t want to get off? ... ok, there was a few couple mares and stallions that had little personal needs or interest, but that’s beside the main picture. Sorta. “Most ponies say I’m way too... enthusiastic about these creatures, but I’m certain they’re out there somewhere! It’s rather hard to find information about them though... mnh... getting close by the way...”

“Huh?” Twilight took several seconds before it dawned on her she was actually giving a hoofjob right now. She had zoned out more than usual from this talking. She had kinda aimed to spend at least ten more minutes chatting, but now she recalled she was on a schedule. “Oh, right, right.” Maybe she would visit again sometime while she was in here? She was kinda curious of these supposed mystery creatures. The purple pony withdrew her hoof, and wrapped her lips around that stiff piece of meat protruding from the juicy folds, and began sucking, much to the delight of the mare.

“Ooh... atta girl... that’s the stuff!” The mare shuffled closer to the wall, trying to get as much of her vulva up against it as she could. Twilight smirked around the genital in her mouth, and focused her magic, extending telekinetic pressure against, and past the folds. “Mnha? O-oh my... unicorn are we?” Said unicorn in question just grinned in reply, making the mare huff. “Mnr... I can feel you smiling around my nub... so I’ll take that as as yes heh.” Having found it plenty times on herself, and a few other clients, Twilight casually slid in and starting to pound at the prostate, immediately making the mare tense up. “Sweet goddess! Straight for the g-spot!” It took Twilight a split second to notice her internal pleasure point hammering was in fact not that loud, it was the mare tapping, or well, smacking against the wall with a hoof.

It was shortly followed by a loud, dual clop and a wet splash as the mare’s ejaculate cascaded down onto the floor, creating a pool of her juices as the second stream followed suit and joined it’s predecessor in making the puddle bigger. Twilight could hear the other pony quiver against the wall. She had to admit, it was kinda interesting how different it was sensation wise. And she also had to say this mare had rather clear liquid as her cum. Was barely even misty. More just, transparent. Wasn't the easiest to see in this angle, but she focused her magic, and split her attention with it, now catching up the jets of warm lubricant being shot out, forming it into a floating, sphere that steadily grew over the remaining seconds of the orgasm.

As the mares soft moans died down, she let out an audible sigh, her legs a little wobbly. “Haaa... shame this wall is in the way... I love grasping my partners head with my hooves during orgasm otherwise... just rocking against them...” While Twilight could argue that ‘partner’ might not be the best term in this case, the lid was suddenly shut, and Twilight had to grit her teeth from concentration of keeping the ball levitating. The magic inside the vagina she let dissipate however, it was difficult enough to focus on something she couldn’t see, let alone to multi-magic. She didn’t need to focus on two things she had no line of sight as well. The sound of hoof landing on the floor, simultaneously as she heard a wet slosh, and a surprised sputter. “Woah! What the?” The sound of shuffling was heard from the other side. “I’ve been snowballed before, but that one is new... I thought it was a little odd I couldn’t hear the splatter after the second part of my load... so uh, what’s with the... this?”

Twilight gave a sheepish cough. “Ahem, well... I was thinking off catching it in my telekinesis, so it wouldn't stain the floor.” She lightly tapped a hoof against it. “Did not expect you to do well, that. So I guess we both surprised each other heh.” She opened the hatch a little, and levitated the glob over to just where she could make it out, and the strain was eased immediately.

“Huh, well, that’s thoughtful I guess. I generally just swipe it down the drain heh.” There was a brief ruffling sound, before the lid slid open, making the purple pony jump a little, before she noticed the cloth was down, covering all but the bottom. “Figured it’ll be easier to for you to dispose of it now. Or whatever you might chose to do. Seeing how it’s cold now, I wouldn’t recommend drinking it...”

Twilight let out a chuckle. I learned that when tasting my own the hard way. Really surprising how something can shift so much in flavor. Like, cold hay fries, coco or porridge doesn’t taste that bad. Cum however just go almost instantly icky... it’s among one of the things I’ve taken notes on.” Twilight floated the jizz into her stall, slithering it through the gap. Hesitating for a bit before giving it a quick lick. Frowning slightly. It was just so strange how unappealing it becomes once cold. Without further ado, she dropped the sphere down the toilet, making the water shift color instantly, swirling around in an interesting pattern.

“So...” the other mare started. “Do you have any interest to like, met up and discuss this? I know we could like, spend hours chatting about theories or about these creatures I’ve been studying!” The unicorn folded her ears back and flushed. Normally she’d love for such chance, but... there was just something... off about meeting a pony she just sucked off. What if she asked for more once they’d started talking? Or would they be able to never bring it up?

Before her brain started smoking, she gave a nervous laugh. “Ah, haha.. ah, thanks but no thanks... I’ll rather keep my secrecy for now...” There was an almost sad sigh from the other side of the stall.

“Oh, alright. I see... maybe we could meet and chat sometime here then. If you’re ever working, you know how my cooch looks. Or, if anything, I’m probably the only mare standing up in these.” She gave a light, cheery tap on the wall. It was almost so Twilight could hear her smile, despite the following exhale. It wasn’t any exhale however, Twilight knew it very well. It was the ‘picked last for sports’, ‘I’ll just stick to my thing’ or ‘Oh, I see how it is...’ type of sigh.

“Oh, it’s nothing against you! I think those creatures sound interesting! It’s just... I’m still very new to this whole sex thing, and it would just be very... awkward, to have someone that I’ve had inside of me as a study buddy... I mean, no offense, but, I have no idea what to do in case you’d ask for sex or something... I barely have friends I hang out with as it is...”

There was a more cheerful demeanor coming from the other side as the mare prepared to reply. “Heh, sorry. I’m just so used to ponies telling me I’m weird, or finding ‘convenient excuses’ to not join me for something, or to avoid talking about my... hobbies. I still have lots of good friends though. I just know which to not talk about certain interests with hehe.” She let out a light giggle. “Been a rather long week for me, so, thanks for the oral. Hope it wasn’t too weird heh. And sorry for judging you beforehoof. I kinda forgot that it’s still a bit weird to ask somepony in a glory hole if they wana meet up. As like, not knowing whom it is is kind of the selling point for most. I mean, why else do we have the knocking system?” She playfully, yet skillfully made seven successive knocks. Twilight wasn't sure if that was an actual thing, or if the mare was just messing with her... “Well, see you around hopefully, I wouldn't mind to meet up sometime if you ever get over your stage fright. Take care!”

The mare almost was skipping out the stall, leaving a partially stunned, partially baffled, partially intrigued Twilight behind. First of, she was pretty sure one couldn't call this a stage fright... could they? It wasn't performance anxiety either... she would have to look this up, not knowing something always drove her nagging subconscious mad. There was a sudden soft thud that cut her train of thought. The door out shut shortly after. And a curious Twilight peeked out, to be met with a bag stationed atop the counter by the sinks. She levitated it over, turning it around, she noticed that it... was a plain paper bag. Folding her ears and deadpanning, she gave herself a mental facehoof, and instead opened the bag, discovering over a dozen neatly wrapped, in blue and yellow cover, candies. The edges of the unicorn’s muzzle turned upwards. These were one of the reasons she really liked her experiment here. Call it a Skineighs box reward, but it was another little incentive for her. A pat on the back so to say. Technically some could see it as ‘payment’ of sorts but... then again, was nothing bad with getting a little something back, no?