Undisclosed Desires
by Peppy Cloppingskull
Chapter 01.05

The sound of muffled weeping wiped all trepidation over breaking spa rules from the librarian's mind. She grit her teeth and, with a quick flash of magenta, nearly tore the storage room's door off of its hinges. Her eyes scanned the cluttered room, ignoring the shelves lined with oils, lotions, and other various supplies, until they found their target.

Her anger was gone in an instant as she spotted the small heap of fuschia poking out from underneath a pile of soaking wet and muddy towels. Twilight's breath caught in her throat, but she moved forward carefully, making sure that her hoofsteps didn't trumpet her arrival as obviously as the slammed door. She paused at the pile's end and flinched as the weeping stopped. “Topsy....” With a surgeon’s care, Twilight slipped the towels off the filly.

Two big, purple eyes stared up at her from the mud-caked pony's. Topsy quivered and tried to shy away from the mare, but a warm aura surrounded her body and drew her closer. She squirmed, fresh tears streaking through the dirt on her cheeks and tried to escape, but Twilight's magic pulled her into the unicorn's waiting embrace. "P-please don't stop. They won't h-hurt me if you st-stop...."

"Wha-" Twilight choked back her own emotions and stroked Topsy's mane, softly 'shh'ing into the foal's ear as she tried to process the broken speech. "Why would somepony hurt you? Who's hurting you?" Despite her vocal objection towards the embrace, the pink filly clung to Twilight with such vigor that the mare had minor trouble breathing.

Topsy shook her head, burying her face in the unicorn's breast and muffling her weeping. She was oblivious to the spectacle the pair were becoming, having been focused on the mass of lavender filling her vision and the warmth of a somebody that cared, but her elder quickly caught on to the attention her entrance had garnered.

Ponies, both patrons and temporary assistants, gathered around the storage closet door and stared. Individual comments broke out among the crowd, starting at whispers, but soon growing to a dull roar as more and more spa-goers joined in. Twilight stared at the the gathering, dumbfounded by the mixed responses upon each pony's face and the seemingly blatant disregard they had shown for the child's obvious plight.

"You...." She blinked away fresh tears as the embers of her anger reignited in her chest. "I can't believe you! Any of you!" She glared at the ponies that had shown their disgust over the situation plainly on their faces and those nearest her stepped back, startled by her outburst. "How could you ignore this!? How!?" She could feel her emotions begin to take over, felt her horn spark as it charged itself with magic, and watched as the crowd backed away more urgently. It was all she could do to keep her magic in check and keep her focus off her anger, no matter how much she wanted to just throw every pony that had been closest to the closet. "You're terrible! I can't believe you would even pretend to care about these foals!"

The mare caught sight of the two of her closest friends towards the back of the crowd, saw the worry and fear plainly on their faces, and almost immediately her spell sparked out. She landed on the ground, unaware that she had even left its cool surface, still with the quivering filly in her embrace. She caught a whiff of burnt mane and cringed, knowing that she had let her emotions manifest again, but kept her stern, cold stare on the frightened ponies. "Come on, Topsy. Let's get out of here. These ponies obviously don't care about anything other than themselves...." And I thought I'd escaped that after leaving Canterlot....

Her horn lit again, this time glowing at a much more manageable level, and the pair disappeared from the wary ponies' sight, gone without a trace.

~{U}~{D}~

A low tinkling was the only preclusion to the pair's arrival as Twilight and Topsy flashed back into reality in the main room of the Golden Oaks Library. The filly had latched even tighter to the mare's chest after the sudden teleportation, successfully distracting her from the room's third occupant as he tried to hide the tub of neapolitan ice cream he had just been elbow deep into. She stroked the frightened girl's mane slowly, whispering soft reassurances into her ear heedless of Spike's presence.

The whole experience was new to her, having never had much time around other ponies before, much less a foal, but Twilight was running on instinct now. She may not have been a mother, but she had certainly read more than enough guides to motherhood to put her knowledge to practical use. She began to hum a soft tune her mother had always sung to her whenever she had trouble sleeping whenever she had trouble sleeping. The song was old, a soft, soothing melody passed down the Sparkle line from mother to children as if it was as innate as their blood, and she hadn't heard it in years, not since Spike was in diapers, but it flowed from between her lips as seamlessly as if she practiced it every night.

The baby dragon's spoon fell from his claw as Topsy's whimpers turned to sniffles and quiet, even breaths. Tears came to his eyes as the melody continued on and soon Twilight found herself soothing two children, both of them seeking shelter in her embrace. "Oh, Spike.... What's wrong?" The baby dragon shook his head and, following Topsy's lead, pressed himself deeper into her coat.

Twilight smiled softly, her anger at the townsponies melted away by the familiar sensation of guardianship. "I'm sorry.... I guess I've been a little distant lately, huh?" Her own eyes burned as the morning's emotional fatigue and post-teleportation exhaustion finally caught up with her. She hugged the pair tightly and kissed both of them on their head. "It looks like everybody's had their own share of trouble...." A heavy yawn escaped the unicorn's lips as she stood, taking extra care not to disturb Spike or Topsy as drowsiness overtook them, and lifted the children in her magenta aura. "It's not even noon yet, but I suppose a nap may be in order. Do you want to sleep with us, Spike? It'll be just like old times...." Except I'll be the one doing the comforting for a homesick, frightened filly and a baby dragon....

Twilight smiled again as the pair made no effort to escape her magical grasp and took a moment to ponder her current situation, reminiscing over time long since passed as she clopped carefully up the stairs. Her chest clenched when she glanced at her draconic ward and temporary visitor; the way they tucked their heads and snuggled next to each other reminded her vividly of herself just seven years prior. Twilight easily imagined herself taller and gentler, and much more beautiful, towering over the filly and dragon as if she was the ruler of Equestria trying to soothe her distraught wards.

She could almost envision herself floating in that soft, golden aura, her lavender body curled around a worn, hoofmade doll.

Finally, they reached her loft room and her small, antique bed came into view. The same bed she had requested to be shipped from Canterlot when she settled in a mere two years before. The very same bed that she had specifically asked for from her mother through the princess after her first fitful night in the castle.

As Twilight approached the bed, no longer was she holding back her tears and, instead, let them flow freely with each vivid reminder of her own lonely fillyhood that her near-perfect memory dredged from its recesses. She settled the filly and dragon under the blankets, the distraction that her mind had superimposed upon her reality broken by her painful past, and slid in beside them. Her tears dotted the star-patterned pillow case as she cuddled closer to Topsy and pressed the warm, quivering filly as tightly to her as she dared. Instinctively, she reached further, searching for the comfort her mother's gift to her provided, and pulled Spike against the pair before soon dozing off alongside the children.

~{U}~{D}~

Twilight sighed in contentment as she lay back against the head of her bed and splayed her hind legs as widely as possible. Her swollen marehood winked incessantly, eagerly begging to be tended to by the pink foal nipping lovingly at her thighs. Even without direct stimulation, Twilight cried out in ecstasy and clenched her empty walls. Just having the filly gazing at her flower was enough to nearly set her off.

She cried out Topsy's name and went rigid as her orgasm hit her like a runaway carriage the moment that soft, untrained tongue first pressed into her lips. Twilight convulsed with the intensity of her release and she was vaguely aware of her splashing the filly's face with her come as she rode it out, undulating her body on the waves of pleasure.

The mare's eyes rolled languidly down to stare into the swirling vortexes of her partner's and she smiled. Topsy was playing with herself, casually stroking her mound with the hoof hidden underneath her body and calling out her name.

"Miss Twilight...."

Her soft, nervous voice sent chills down Twilight's spine and inflamed the desire between her legs. With a shaky hoof, she cupped the foal's face and stroked the plump cheek lovingly. "You can just call me Twilight, Topsy. We're already this close."

"Miss Twilight...! I..., uhm...."

The unicorn frowned as the first traces of tears began to well up in her young lover's eyes. "What's wrong, Topsy? You can tell me."

"I didn't wet the bed...." The filly's voice was suddenly quieter, much more so than usual, and seemed as if it was purposely muffled.

Twilight's eyes fluttered open, slowly focusing through the night's darkness on the mass of fur and hair clutching her barrel desperately. She could vaguely recall the last few pieces of her dream, coming down from that wonderful release to the whimpered words of the foal in her embrace, but the details were gone, lost as the filly's trembling stole her focus. "Topsy? Are you okay?"

"I think I didn't wet the bed. It was on purpose, I swear!"

That was when the rest of her surroundings finally hit her. Her hind right leg was soaked, but not by the heady moisture of her own arousal. The limb was caught between Topsy's thighs, pressed snugly against her sopping fillyhood. She could smell the filly's flower, enticing her with its sweet, innocent scent, but there was also the overpowering aroma of urine. O-oh.... She definitely....

"I'm not sorry. I meant to do it! Please, be mad..., hate me...."

Twilight's chest clenched at the desperation in the earth foal's tone, made all the more painful by her backwards speech. The filly had certainly made a mess of her sheets and thoroughly soaked her leg, causing the mare to silently thank her mentor for the unexplained absence of her draconic assistant, but the entire situation was nothing more than an accident. An accident that's left Topsy in tears.

The blankets were levitated off the pair in the magician's tell-tale magenta aura, exposing them to the cool night air and beginning to chill the warm fluids. With the sudden absence of the sopping bedclothes and the assistance and gentle strokes down her back, Topsy Turvy's weeping slowed to a halt, replaced by soft sniffles as the cool air and kindness helped calm her nerves. She ashamedly glanced up into Twilight's eyes, trying to look as apologetic as possible, and only succeeded in further worrying her temporary guardian. The older pony smiled at her, pulled her into her tightest hug, and kissed right between her swirling, purple eyes.

"If it makes you feel any better, Topsy..., I still wet the bed on occasion too." The shock that played across Topsy's face as she pulled back to gape at the unicorn sent Twilight into a fit of giggles. She nodded curtly and, suppressing her laughter, continued, "Yup. Not a lot, but it happens more than I like to admit." She lowered her voice and spoke quietly enough to make the filly lean in closer to hear her. "I actually may have peed in the bed tonight, too.... I had a lot to drink this morning and never had the opportunity to use the filly's room." The foal pulled away with a snort, covering her mouth to prevent her amusement from spilling forth, but the idea of her elder having wet the bed as well broke all of her resistance. Her laughter rang through the room without restraint, infecting the other occupant until they were both reduced to chortling messes on the stained mattress.

As their laughter began to die, Twilight sighed in relief and idly stroked her bed-mate's mane. Well, I might not have wet the bed in the sense she's thinking of, but it's great to see her smiling again. I wonder if she'll tell me what happened-

"Twilight, I'm freezing."

The librarian's thoughts stopped the moment the words registered in her mind. She gazed at the filly, translating her backwards speech, hoping that she was misunderstanding, and fighting off the portion of her brain that wanted to squeal in excitement. Her fears and repressed hopes were quickly confirmed, however, when Topsy rubbed her leg between her thighs as if to remove an itch. She had to fight to keep her will from crumbling and just take the filly then and there, to reenact her dream and make it reality, but it was rapidly becoming a losing battle. "D-do you want me to get you s-some water? I'll be right ba-"

The swirly-eyed foal gasped and groaned into Twilight's chest as the older pony tried to remove her limb from the smoldering grip it was trapped in, only succeeding in dragging her fur across Topsy's swollen flower. "Ah! Stop! That hurts!" The filly's sweet voice teased the unicorn’s ears as it escaped her lips in between pants.

Twilight stopped, dread mingled with her growing arousal and nearly stopped her heart, but Topsy squeezed her leg closer and squashed her burning lips snugly into her hips. She felt the lavender child's hoof drag across her lips and shuddered, almost losing control right then, but luckily kept her restraint intact. "T-Topsy.... Why don't I start a shower f-for you? It'll help with your heat." She smiled wearily at the foal, nearly at her patience's end, and gently stroked her white and purple mane.

The child squirmed again, grinding herself repeatedly against her bedmate alongside her soft little moans. "B-but it hurts so much! Please, m-make it hurt more, Miss Twilight." She stared up into the librarian's eyes, her own quivering and moistening, then nuzzled under the mare's chin. "I'll be a bad girl... a-and not tell you about the spa... if you make it stay...."

It was all too much for the mare. Their mingling scents were too overwhelming, the filly’s accidental hoofing tore at her mental walls, and that small show of affection was the final blow to her already crumbled armor. Twilight didn’t need a promise to explain the day’s happenings to encourage her, although it did make her heart skip a beat to have gained Topsy’s trust even if it was for all of the wrong reasons. She was already locking her door with a quick spell.

“I.... I will, Topsy, but you have to promise not to tell anypony. I could get in big trouble if anypony found out.” The desire-addled pony nodded her head fervently and thrust harder against Twilight’s leg, but the unicorn quickly pried the foal from her haunch and stared determinedly into her adorable, vortex eyes. “I’m serious.... I don’t know if this is legal and I want to so much, but I have to know that you’ll keep this a secret....” Her gaze softened as Topsy flinched back, surprised by the sudden seriousness in her friend’s tone, and she closed the small gap between their muzzles, connecting them for a moment in a surprise embrace. Twilight levitated her companion away, stifling a giggle as the foal tried to lean back into another kiss. “At least for a little bit, okay?”

This time, the girl gave a restrained nod and sighed as she was laid along her soon-to-be mate, melting into the librarian’s embrace. Her nubile breasts rubbed against Twilight’s soft fur, the twin peaks stiffening under the sudden contact. She mewled happily and tried to slide her throbbing sex back towards the lavender mare’s legs again, but was stopped by a pair of hooves under her forelegs. Twilight’s tongue traced her tongue in small circles along the foal’s neck, emphasizing the sensual trails with quick, sharp bites just strong enough to sting and send electric shivers down her partner’s spine. Topsy’s tail shot up, her instincts taking over where her maturity lacked, but those purple lips never fell below her collar, content with teasing the filly’s sensitive skin.

A low whimper escaped the pink filly’s lips, prompting her lover to pause in her ministrations and focus on the agonized grimace playing across her face. Twilight bit her lip, forcing herself away from just throwing her diminutive partner onto her side humping her into the mattress. She carefully pressed their lips together, slipping her tongue past teeth to dominate the foal’s mouth. They moaned into each other, trying to ignore the growing flow of juices soaking into the older pony’s stomach, and quickly grew past their inexperience.

The pair parted, Topsy’s tongue hanging out as she panted cutely just inches from Twilight’s face, and their eyes met, holding each other’s gaze as if they were stuck in a trance. “Please... don’t.... No more.”

Any vestiges of doubt melted from Twilight’s mind as that adorable, sultry plea filled her ears. She nodded, laying Topsy along the bed beside her, and, with the care only a practiced scientist could muster, climbed on top of her. Their bodies pressed together, stomach on stomach with the earth pony’s nipples squishing between the mounds of the elder mare’s plump breasts, but there was never too much pressure on the smaller pony. She could feel those tiny legs squeeze her barrel as her own pushed them up to display that pert flower she had only caught glimpses of. She ached to go straight for that sweet, likely forbidden treasure, but her petite mate’s feelings came first.

“I’m going to start, Tops.... I’ll be gentle.” The filly blushed, a sudden flash of embarrassment tinging her cheeks, but jerked her head silently. Twilight hesitated, worried that she’d be taking the foal’s first while her judgement was addled by her cycle and accidental teasing, but a final, urgent thrust goaded her forward. She couldn’t help but to giggle. “You remind me...” she peppered the foal’s face with soft, sweet kisses, “of myself...” slowly moving down her body, “during my...” nibbling gently on her engorged teats, “first heat...” and thrust her tongue between those flushed, swollen lips.

Twilight worked fluidly, using what little experience she had as she drew her tongue up one petal and down the other, purposely avoiding the glistening bud winking in an attempt to draw her attention. She wanted the girl’s first time to be memorable, perfect, and nothing like her own. There had not been any affection, any true love between her and that other filly, but this.... Topsy was going to feel loved, to truly enjoy this, even if she had to magically force her own emotions into the foal’s mind to make her see.

Languidly, her tongue continued its swirling trip around Turvy’s flower, closing in ever so subtly on her small, inviting hole. Twilight could taste the lingering arousal from their time sleeping, that slightly soured bit of sweetness that had been overpowered by new waves of lubricant, tinged with the salty bite of the foal’s urine, the little bit that her sheets had not fully soaked up. It was intoxicating, the scent, the taste, the way her fluids pooled in her tiny opening as her rump was lifted into the air with her magenta aura. The mare had never thought she’d enjoy anything quite so much, urine or not, but she could not hold back much longer. Instead, she eased herself into that tight, cute hole, stretching the rim ever so slightly with her tongue to funnel out the nectar within.

A soft, squeaky moan escaped the foal, drawing Twilight's attention back up to her partner. She had covered her face with her forehooves in an attempt to hide the obvious blush that dominated her face and neck causing Twilight's skin to prickle with goosebumps as her body shivered. Turvy's legs squirmed in the air as if they were trying to wrap around a missing body and her head shook back and forth, but her cries begged otherwise. "No more! I hate this!" She panted, her chest heaving as her lavender mate slipped down and plunged her tongue into that cute, unsuspecting rose.

Immediately, the filly's body tensed, her legs ceased their flailing and went rigid in the air as her hindquarters spasmed. Twilight's face was coated in the girl's sweet, clear love juices, splattering her mane and horn with that wonderful essence. She smiled, setting Topsy down just in time for her body to relax and empty the remaining bit of liquid from her bladder. The librarian cringed, but felt her heart swell with joy. At least I know her first was good.... I was so tense after mine....

Then, her smile faltered. She heard sniffling and looked up to see her petite partner wiping her face to stop her freshest wave of sorrow from dampening her cheeks. “I-I’m sorry...! I didn’t pee again! I meant to! I re-really did!” Her body shook as Twilight pulled her back into her chest. She sobbed, openly weeping in the mare’s grasp, but, this time, she didn’t stay quiet. “I... was just so sad! Everypony l-loves me, so I wa-s so upset when y-you said you’d hate to be fr-friends....”

Topsy wiggled her way up to look into Twilight’s eyes, surprising the librarian with a sudden, chaste kiss. “I-I h-” Her eyes dipped low, a deep flush spreading across her cheeks. “I hate you..., Twilight....”

Twilight felt her heart throb and she did the only thing she could in that situation. Their lips met once more, again by her urging, but it was deeper, sweeter, and fueled by more than just lust. “They parted and Twilight beamed down at her pubescent mate. “I love you, too, Topsy.”

She did love her. Perhaps not in the same way the foal loved her, but it was certainly different from love of the other fillies. Her desire for Topsy was not purely physical. She felt a certain bond with that pink, earth pony foal, a closeness on a level completely different than her love for her closest circle of friends, yet her heart still ached. She was not sure if she could love her the way Topsy wanted; she knew the girl would change..., grow older..., but would Twilight be able to?

She shook those thoughts off and focused on the moment. Topsy needs me now. When she gets older, she’ll find a pony better than me to love and we’ll both move on, but for now.... Her smile warmed and she rolled back on top of her partner, kissing her over and over, lapping up her salty tears with each peck. “I... love you..., too....”

Each kiss teased the nerves that were already overly sensitive from Turvy’s most recent climax, building upon the heat-induced arousal still burning her haunches. Subconsciously, she started thrusting her hips back into Twilight’s stomach, coating her fur in the copious fluids staining her crotch, an act that was not lost on the lavender unicorn above her.

She hadn’t anticipated the foal recovering from her first experience so quickly, especially after the body-wracking orgasm she had just experienced, but a thought quickly planted itself in her mind. Maybe I could.... She glanced over to her armoire, the only piece of furniture in her room other than her mirror that did not support her many objects dedicated to study, and silently pulled open a hidden drawer at its foot. From its hiding place beneath several layers of white cloth, a device like a scorpion’s tail floated out and over to the pair.

Twilight softly dropped the object onto the bed beside them, making its presence known to her companion with a quick nudge from her magic. The filly looked at it and gasped, shooting a curious and somewhat frightened glance back to the mare. “Is that...?” Twilight nodded, smiling sheepishly, and allowed the girl to examine it more closely. Topsy lifted the device in her hooves, holding it by the taut, curved spring that connected a barbed, inflatable bulb to the ‘stinger’. “It looks... just like the ones Miss Cheerilee... showed us.”

The scholarly unicorn beamed and plucked the wearable phallus from Turvy’s grip, holding it above the girl’s muzzle for a better look. “That’s because it’s not! It’s actually made to look like a gryphon’s. An almost perfect imitation, or so I’ve been told.” Twilight flushed and turned her gaze, embarrassed at looking uninformed in front of somebody else. “I’ve..., uhm..., actually never seen a real one, so I’m not sure what they really look like.... If you want, I can use it. It’ll be a lot better for you than a pony-accurate penis. See? The shape is better for penetration and it even has the barbs for added stimulation. Don’t worry, though. They aren’t like a real gryphon’s; they won’t-”

She glanced down at Topsy and cringed. Her face was flushed bright red, an obvious side-effect of her mounting arousal, as she thrust herself against Twilight’s love-matted barrel. I guess this isn’t the best time for a biology lesson.... Slowly, almost as if she feared using the imported toy of faux-flesh and metal, Twilight levitated the inflatable bladder to her own backside. From over her shoulder, she watched it disappear beneath her tail, bulb and member together, until she felt the barbed mass press against her folds. With one, quick push, the fleshy bladder plunged into her core, filling almost half of her aching tunnel. The sensation almost sent her over the edge, her climax already being too near from the teasing from before, but she shook it off and twisted the magicka-valve at the sack’s end.

With a hiss, the pouch inflated with air, stretched her to her limits, and settled snugly in her depths, almost causing the mare to pass out from the sudden pressure. “A-ah!” She gasped, clinging to the filly and grinding the head of her new length against Topsy’s lips. Both ponies squealed as a new pleasure nipped at their senses.

The foal redirected her hip’s fevered lunges, instinctually aiming herself towards the fleshy mass pressed between Twilight’s breasts. Twilight, however, collapsed upon her mate, just barely supporting enough of her weight in order to avoid smothering her. She hadn’t expected to feel anything from the shaft, having never used it outside of studying its structure, but the moment she had even touched the foal’s soaking desire, her own hole was set ablaze by a sudden jolt from the bladder. For a... non-magical race, the gryphons really... know how to make their toys.

She took a moment to compose herself and to glance towards the door. She was expecting somebody, whether it be Spike, Rarity, or any of the other girls to come bursting through at any moment in search of her and Topsy and, she had to admit, the paranoia was beginning to grate at her mind despite her titanic lust, but a moan from the beautiful pony in her arms and another grinding of fillyhood against gryphon-maremeat brought her back to the situation at hand. Who cares if they find out...? I do, of course, but....

With a slow, precise rock of her hips, Twilight slid the pointed tip of her member into Turvy’s slit. The foal’s swirly eyes went wide as the thick intruder stretched her foal-hole wider than the mare’s tongue had, filling her entrance to its breadth. The unicorn would have pushed onward, aiming to complete their consummation of the night, but a sharp cry from her partner startled her out of the motion. “Leave it in! Ow, owwie! Please, it feels so good!”

Terrified, the librarian withdrew, dragging the member’s fleshy barbs along Topsy’s walls, making her shout more. Suddenly, the bulb in her own marehood and that coiled spring line pressing into her clitoris no longer like the tools of lovemaking they were meant to be. She pulled the sobbing foal closer, shifting her hips back to avoid accidentally prodding her, and cried alongside the girl. “I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I never meant to- I chose this because it was small! I never thought it’d-” She pulled away, dripping tears onto the pink pony’s cheeks and kissed her as gently as she could, hoping to try and ease her pain. “I just wanted to make you happy....”

Topsy didn't resist, as Twilight had expected her to, but relaxed into the embrace and even pushed back with her own tongue, finally beginning to grow accustomed to the intimate actions. It was still awkward as both of their varying lack of experience warred with each other, but the awkwardness of their actions was blanketed by their growing affection. The earth pony loved the mare, pouring her heart out through her actions to try and please the one pony who accepted her true nature, and the unicorn loved the orphaned filly, wanting to be there for her until they both had to move on.

Together, they pulled away, their tongues lolling out as their heated breath knocked the older pony's tears off course. Topsy smiled weakly, ignoring her own fear, and slid down until Twilight's tip pressed back up against her hole. She humped, once, just enough for a sliver of the shaft to enter her and pry open her entrance. Just enough for Twilight to groan in pleasure from the magical feedback. "I'm not sorry.... I wasn't scared. It actually hurt a lot. I just wasn't scared...."

Soft pants filled the space between them as Twilight’s pulse shot up. Her thighs twitched, aching to just hilt herself in her small lover, but she resisted. She had to know, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that Turvy was alright, that she was okay with the next step and that she wanted it. Even if the foal had started the initial step, she had been the one to pull away after pressing the tip to her flower. She had to know....

“Topsy..., if we do this, it really could hurt.” The fog in her mind had cleared some and she had finally realized that, even if ponies were made to take larger members than this, her mate was still a foal, still small, even by pony standards. She might not be able to hold just a single filly in her heart as her one, true partner, she couldn’t even imagine limiting her love to just a single pony, but she would not use that as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Topsy was there, right then, and for that moment, the world would revolve around her. “We don’t have to do this. I can still help you reach orgasm without this.”

The foal shook her head and, with a slight grimace, pushed herself further down, sliding just enough of the shaft inside of herself for the first wave of barbs to breach her tunnel. “You’re so mean to me....” She wiped her tears from her eyes, removing all traces of her earlier fear with a bright, warm grin. “I don’t want you to be happy either. It feels awful for you, too, right?”

Twilight suppressed a chuckle and nuzzled under Topsy’s chin, using the actions to hide her uncertainty. It did feel wonderful..., but not in the way I wanted.... Pushing those thoughts away, she leaned back up to tower over the filly, ignoring the electric waves of pleasure radiating from the magical bulb inside her. She wanted Topsy to protest again, to push her away so she didn’t have to hear her scream as if she was hurting her, but it didn’t happen. That cute, sweet earth pony just stared at her, swirled eyes wide and waiting with her legs pressed up against her chest. She wanted to continue and brave any pain, and Twilight knew there would be pain, just to make her happy. It made her want to swoon, and act she would never be caught in the middle of, despite the underlying ache it caused her heart.

Twilight leaned down, restraining herself from shifting her hips, and hugged Turvy tightly. "Okay.... Are you ready?" A quick brush of fur down her neck was all the answer she received, and so, with utmost caution, she rocked her body forward.

A sharp hiss from her right was all Twilight could hear as another wave of pleasure shocked her flooded canal. The filly's hooves squeezed her tighter as the gryphon-shaft reached that flimsy barrier inside her, the final trial to overcome in their passage towards true togetherness, but it did not stop. The pointed tip pushed onwards, breaking past the film as it wedged her sheath wider.

Twilight almost stopped and pulled out the scant few inches of faux-member when Topsy cried out in pain, but she knew the worst of it was over from her own experience with similar instruments. She knew that all that was left was for her filly, a thought that stirred her loins almost as much as the barbed bladder inside of her, to grow used to her length. So, she waited through the foal's heavy panting, giving her fillyhood time to adjust to its new breadth, and nipped lovingly along her neck in order to draw attention away from the tender ache between her haunches.

It didn’t take long for the intensity of the electro-magical pulses stimulating Twilight’s backside to weaken, letting her know that Topsy’s hole had adjusted to its intruder. With a final, quick thrust, she pushed the rest of herself into the foal’s honeypot that she could, making them both moan as the shaft jabbed against the girl’s cervix. “Ngh.... Tops..., are you alright?”

“Nuh-uh....” She pulled back and smiled excitedly through her fierce blush. “Don’t give me another kiss..., please.... It... makes me feel worse....”

Topsy puckered her lips, holding her forelegs out to hug the mare occupying her core, and melted into the embrace as Twilight immediately replied. Their saliva mingled between them as their lower lips’ juices pooled together on the bed below them, but they were not finished.

Slowly, taking great care not to startle the filly, Twilight shifted her hips back and began to withdraw the small portion of her shaft that had fit in her much smaller mate. The rubber barbs tugged at the pink pony’s insides, scraping along her ribbed walls, and stoked both ponies’ fires further. Soon, all that was left inside was that blunt, pointed tip, leaving Topsy’s fillyhood empty and aching for something to grasp, but only for a moment.

With one awkward motion, the gryphon-cock pushed past her petals and filled her again, kissing her womb’s entrance with its head. Twilight shuddered as her own marehood squelched as it clamped down harder on the massive bubble in its depths. She could almost feel her false member as if it were her own as the crystal powered sensors in the penis itself attuned to her biological makeup. She could feel the four inches of filly-come-soaked length left outside her partner, especially with the spring connection holding the remainder between her teats, and the sensation of Turvy’s walls milking her. S-so that's why the manual said to masturbate first... and never share. How did the gryphons... even make this?

Any further thoughts on researching the toy's origins were cut short when she rocked her hips back, feeling more of this motion than she had the last. She pushed forward, hilting nearly six of ten inches in the filly and causing her to squeal with delight. The pain was gone, as was evident by Topsy's stuttering moans and high-pitched cries for her to 'stop', and so was any of the trepidation either pony had had.

Twilight increased her pace, no longer pausing in between thrusts and retractions as her clumsiness slipped away with her growing experience. She could feel everything through her member; the burning heat of Turvy's desire, the way her hips shifted up with each push to help bury as much gryphon-mare cock inside her as possible, the way her cervix kissed her tip with each meeting, and how she was almost begging to push past even that barrier into the foal's womb; all of it was too much.

A primal, uncontrollable urge began to take over her body. She quickened further as her precise, practiced thrusts grew fevered and erratic. A need to finish herself and her mate dominated all of her thoughts, a need to spill her hot seed into Topsy's depths and sire a child of her own. She pushed harder, slipping her head through to finally completely fill Topsy with her girth and sending her into orgasmic convulsions, and she came.

There was no seed to spill from the false balls as her hips quivered, strained under the effort of unaccustomed motions, and fluids flowed freely down her legs. Her tunnel clenched in near-synchronization with Topsy’s, forcing burst of air from the barbed bladder only for the magical valve to refill it. Twilight’s legs finally gave way and she collapsed onto her petite companion, only rolling off of her through sheer force of will as they both gasped for air between moans.

Their scent of their sweat and lovemaking permeated the tiny room as they lay together, slowly calming from the euphoric high of their orgasm. Their breath mingled as they drew their muzzles closer, seeking extra comfort in each other, until their lips met with the briefest of kisses followed by another and another. Tongues danced across each other in between their deep, sensuous embraces, slipping into and teasing their mouths with their lustful dance. The two ponies’ movements slowed, growing sloppier and sluggish as exhaustion overtook them until, with a final pop, they fell into a deep slumber with their muzzles pressed against one another.

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Author's Note

Author’s Notes: Holy fucknuggets, this chapter took way to long to get out (it actually only took me this last week to write out, but dat procrastination), but here it is in all of its sweet, filly-fucking splendor! Now, I’m sure you’re going to have some questions like: ‘What did she mean when she was talking about loving Topsy?’ and ‘Where’s Spike!? He was just sleeping with them!’ and ‘Why are you such a slow faggot, Peppy?’

All of these questions are valid and I’ll be glad to answer them in the comments if you’re curious (Ain’t I evil?). As far as the next couple of chapters, I’m trying to decide on a couple of routes. Route 1: Twilight takes the time to figure out who is being mean to Topsy and punishes them, then moves on to Berry’s invitation, or Route 2: Twilight gets invited to Berry’s and does whatever she will there in the process of figuring out who’s being a cunt to Topsy, then punishes them.

I’ll leave the decision up to you guys!

Anyhoof, hope you enjoyed! Peppy out~!