Undisclosed Desires
by Peppy Cloppingskull
Chapter 01.01

The summer sun shone brightly upon the swaying branches of Ponyville's Books and Branches library, illuminating the lush leaves and rough bark. It was a beautiful day, filled with the giggling of foals and the bustle of the town's busy marketplace, and each and every pony not bound by other obligations was out enjoying everything the warm afternoon had to offer.

Everypony, but one.

Within the enchanted walls of the massive oak sat a solitary mare, her typically bright, purple eyes dulled as she glanced over the vast store of knowledge surrounding her. She sighed, a sound that the normally cheerful mare was reluctantly becoming accustomed to making.

Another huff escaped the lavender mare's lips as she thought back to her current mood's start and, unsurprisingly, the cause of her extended lack of motivation to partake in her normal routine of perusing the shelves around her.

It had started as another normal day, albeit an early one. Twilight went about her morning routine expediently, making sure her bed-mane and tail were straightened out and her teeth cleaned, then started on the afternoon's preparations. Rarity was supposed to be coming over early to get help modelling for her dresses, so everything had to be out of the way for her materials. Tables were moved, loose books sorted away, and even the traces of her late night study session got tucked away for later.

The lavender mare stepped back and beamed proudly at her efforts when a knock sounded at the door. With a bright smile, she trotted to the door and opened it to find her snow-white friend smiling eagerly back at her from the other side with a multitude of dressmaking supplies floating in her crystalline aura behind her. With a warm 'good morning', Twilight welcomed her friend inside and helped her organize the floating chaos before beginning their now-routine session.

The morning flew by as they enjoyed the combined get-together and work session, chatting about their past week's happenings as needles stitched and fabric was set. As the ponies sat about the lunch table prepared by the young librarian, Rarity set aside her silverware and batted her eyes at her friend, drawing the other unicorn's attention.

"So, Twilight, dear. Have you seen any mares or stallions that have caught your eye?" The purple mare gave the fashionista a disapproving glance, but she wouldn't be dissuaded. "Oh, I know I ask every week, but I'm just worried about you. It's simply dreadful that you haven't found a special somepony to spend your time with.

"Why, just the other day I was visited by this lovely young mare from Trottingham and-"

Twilight sighed again and pushed her unwanted salad across the table. The fashion-minded unicorn certainly brought the same question up week after week and was answered with the same 'I just haven't given it any thought' each time.

"Curse it, Rarity.... Of course I have my eyes on somepony, but...." Twilight begrudgingly lifted herself from the plush pillow she had been sitting upon since her socially apt friend had left and climbed the stairs to her bedroom with the haste of a cripple. With practiced caution, she parted the curtains to her balcony and gazed down upon the pony that had stolen her heart.

Or, rather, ponies.

Her lilac eyes followed the small group of fillies as they pranced and giggled about the town's central fountain, occasionally jumping into the cool water and splashing about. Her vision trailed across their soft, wet fur, taking in the beauty of such innocent and supple creatures. Twilight's gaze lingered as one of the fillies unknowingly flashed her cute, pert backside towards the mare causing her breath to catch in her throat.

The studious mare's hoof snaked slowly down her body and rubbed gently against the warming mound between her legs. She gasped at the first touch as she always did, but soon melted into the experienced work of her own ministrations.

It was the same ritual as every week since Rarity had first asked for her assistance. The mare would come and inquire about Twilight's love life and she would respond with depression that could only be alleviated by one of the two things she truly loved more than books in this world: Fillies.

She moaned into a pillow she had levitated over from her bed as her distracted hoof brushed against the swollen nub that was her clitoris. A shudder ran through her body when she pulled away to cool off, not wanting to come too quickly lest she miss out on the wonderful show below.

Her once-sour mood was quickly lost and, with a soft smile, she turned her mind to her first crush as she renewed her tentative hoofing, all while keeping her eyes locked on her delightful, nubile showmares.

It was a typical first crush, a young filly about her own age taking the same beginner's mathematics class. She was definitely the cutest in her class, a fact that the lavender filly made importantly clear when she asked the girl to be her fillyfriend. She of course liked all of the other fillies, but there was just something about the smaller pony that captivated her.

It wasn't clear then, but as she and her classmates grew older their interests in ponies began drifting away from her own. Where the fillies and colts began pining after their teachers or older friends, Twilight remained focused on her petite underclassponies. It became less of an issue over time as she began excelling in her studies and grew less interested in the ponies around her and more immersed in her schoolwork and magical studies, but her eyes always tended to linger whenever her little dragon assistant wasn't looking.

Twilight groaned into her pillow again as she began stroking herself with renewed vigor and working her soaked hoof deeper into her winking folds. No longer was she the clueless little filly unaware of the odd infatuation, but with acceptance and adulthood came new worries. Worries of being discovered, ridiculed, and hated.

She bit her lip to hold back the scream she knew would be heard across the town square as she finally hit that wonderful crescendo and set her haunches ablaze with pleasure. Her entire backside quivered intensely while her peak rode its course and flooded the already sopping floor with her orgasmic juices. Twilight lay there in a puddle of bliss, her hot breath heaving into the abused cushion until she once more had control over her hind legs.

With a heavy sigh, she pulled herself from the ground and set about cleaning her shame. Rarity was due to return with Spike within the hour and it wouldn't do to have the room smelling of mare.

Twilight paused in her work, the soggy white cloth held in her magical aura stopping mid-wipe as her mind turned back to the cause of her little cheer-up session. "Of course I like some of the ponies around town...." Her eyes trailed off to the fillies prancing just outside her home as she heaved another sigh, this one letting loose the built-up depression of having undisclosed desires. "But how am I supposed to tell you that I love fillies?"

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Author's Note

Author's Notes: A new story already off to a... *cough* good start by none other than myself. If it isn’t obvious where this one is going, then I say good! Because it hasn’t been planned out AT ALL. It could go anywhere, involve anypony that isn’t male, or end up any place! Only time (and my imagination) will tell! Anyhoof, Peppy out~!

P.S. My editors had no idea about this ‘cause secrets. I figured it’d be funnier to see them wondering where the hell it came from when I ‘hadn’t been writing’.