Twilight's Normal Afternoon
Twilight Sparkle hadn’t been seen all day. Her friends would have worried earlier, but it was normal for the bookworm to hide herself up for a few hours at a time. Only when she hadn’t been seen all day did somepony begin to worry.
“Spike,” Rarity told the dragon, who had been manipulated into doing chores for her again “Go check to see if Twilight is okay. I haven’t seen her all day, and I’m beginning to worry.”
Spike groaned, and put down the pile of giant hats he was moving for Rarity. “I’m sure she’s fine, Rarity! Trust me, I know Twilight. She sometimes gets really into a book, and locks herself in her room for a few hours at a time. She did it all the time in Canterlot.”
“Yes, but she’s been gone all day!” Rarity looked out her window in the direction of the town library where Twilight was currently holled up. “That’s more than ‘a few hours’!” The white unicorn bit her lip. “I’m a bit worried. What if she cast one of those crazy old dark magic spells and hurt herself?”
Spike picked up the pile of giant hats and finished moving them to the other side of the room where Rarity wanted them to reside. “Well, okay, Rarity, if you really think something might be wrong...”
Rarity hugged the purple dragon. “Oh, thank you Spikey-Wikey! I hope she’s okay...”
Spike left for the door once Rarity released him from her embrace, and he called out to Rarity as he left. “I still think you’re making a big deal out of nothing!”
Meanwhile, back in the treehouse, Twilight was indeed in her room, as Spike had predicted. She had spent the whole day wasting her time on this activity. Well, she wouldn’t call it a waste of time. In fact, many mares(and stallions) who enjoyed this activity would never consider it a waste of time.
Twilight had spent longer than most ponies ever did on this particular action. She had begun right after breakfast, sending Spike off to help Rarity so she could have the library all to herself. She had started off simple, but then started using more different and diverse techniques. She had even involved several household objects to heighten the experience.
As they day wore on, she became increasingly displeased with her failure. Twilight had never been one to cope well with failure, but this was preposterous. How could one go for this long without accomplishing anything?
“This is... getting... ridiculous!” Twilight said, sweat pouring down her face. She had rolled all around her bed, flinging the sheets about and un-tidying the room in general with her activities. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could handle this brazen failure.
Well, she thought to herself, At least it’s pleasurable. And it was. Twilight could not have picked a better activity to fail at so constantly, for the act provided wave of pleasure after pleasure. She had to keep reminding herself that it would all be worth it.
She moved her hooves faster, and her eye twitched a bit. This was beyond ridiculous now.
“I thought Rainbow Dash said that this was going to be easy!” Twilight’s frustration was beginning to peak. This was not good, not good at all...
“I probably should have done it with her,” the unicorn muttered to herself, agitated. “Then this would have been over a long time ago. She could have helped me out.”
Twilight stopped for a few moments to catch her breath. This was a very rigorous activity. In addition to patience, one had to have some stamina to partake in this, especially for as long as she had been going on.
The unicorn walked over to the other side of the room, where Spike had left his glass of water from last night. Levitating it to her parched lips, she gulped it down. The cool water felt so good against the inside of her cotton mouth. She’d been so focused on getting done that she hadn’t even considered the consequences.
The unicorn went back to her bed to continue where she had left off. She wasn’t going to let this get the best of her, by any means. By Celestia, she was going to conquer this task, even if it took her the rest of the night.
Twilight decided that maybe an increase of speed would help. After all, she had just drunk some water, and as Dashie always said, “Speed makes everything better!” While Twilight had to disagree with this on many things, such as research and reading, this was one of those cases where speed could help.
Twilight did as her mind commanded, and sped up. Instantly, she knew this was the right decision. She smiled, for she knew that soon she would have completed this insanely hard task, and she would feel all the better for having done so.
Spike opened the door to the library, and peaked in. “Twilight? You there?”
He heard a pained groan coming from upstairs, and the dragon tensed up. “Oh no! Twilight! I hope she’s okay! Rarity was right...”
The unicorn did not hear Spike come in, nor his question about where she was. She was too busy with the task on hoof. She was gonna get it done! She was so close!
Spike slowly ascended the stairs to Twilight and his bedroom, prepared for the worse. He couldn’t see her up there, but he heard her grunts.
What’s happening to her?
Twilight was smiling now, smiling more than she ever had. If this was nearly as good as Dashie said it was...
“Twilight! Are you okay? What’s-” Spike yelled as he ran up the stairs, and into the bedroom loft. He paused at what he saw laying there in front of him, and only had a second to take in what was happening before all hell broke loose.
“Spike! I’m cuuuAAAAAAAHH!” Twilight screamed as she finally finished clopping. Her marehood was sopping wet, and a huge spurt of femmejizz shot out from inside her folds. Spike, who had the misfortune(?) of standing just two feet away from Twilight’s freshly pounded pony pussy. His whole face was drenched in Twilight’s juices.
The both of them stared at each other for a few moments before Spike began to heave. Twilight fell off the bed, her eyes rolling up into her head from pure ecstasy.
"Dashie was right,” the naughty purple unicorn said with a content sigh. “That was the best feeling ever.”
Spike wiped a portion of Twilight’s orgasm from his face. “Well, I’m going to go take a shower for about twenty years.”
