Pinkie bounced up and down just outside of Twilight Sparkle's bathroom door. The sound of a shower filtered through it, only to be drowned out by Pinkie's voice as she shouted into it.

"I can't believe you never had that sort of spell, Twilight! Why didn't you ever tell me before? It would be totally awesome!"

"I didn't even know I had had that spell until today!" Twilight's voice yelled back. "It wasn't even supposed to do that. I didn't even realize that it had worked until Applejack told me. I thought it had just fizzled."

"Are you sure?" Pinkie stopped bouncing long enough to mull over Twilight's statement. "When I got here, it sure looked like you did it on purpose."

"No, that was just me and Applejack taking advantage of the situation. It wasn't like we planned to do that. All she wanted to do was tell me about the spell's side effect and we just sort of went with it."

"You sure looked like you were having fun, though."

"Well, it did feel pretty good."

"So you sure you didn't do it on purpose? Like subconsciously or something?"

"No! It was purely a spur-of-the-moment thing, okay? As fun as it was, I don't know if I'm gonna do it again. You saw how long it took me to clean up. Heck, I'm still trying to get this stuff out of my hair. Why are you still here, anyway?"

"Well I came over to get a recipe book so I could try some new cupcake recipes and then use the cupcakes to build a fort! And then eat the fort. I'm getting kinda bored with chocolate forts, you know. So I came over here and saw you and Applejack--"

"Do you know what book you wanted to get?" Twilight called.

"Yup."

"Well, why don't you go get it yourself?"

"I already did!" Pinkie held the book up, even though Twilight couldn't see it.

"Then why are you still here?"

"I was curious."

"Curious about what?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could maybe try out that spell on me!"

"WHAT!? Why!?"

Pinkie shrugged. "Well, you and Applejack looked like you were having a lot of fun, and I've always kinda wondered what it would feel like to do that. I mean, I've always kinda wondered what having one would be like, and Applejack seemed to think it was pretty great, so now I want to try it! You know, what you and Applejack were doing."

"What, now?"

"Sure?"

"With me?"

"Why not?"

"Forget it, Pinkie! It was fun to try it out once, but doing it all the time could get really awkward really quick. I'm not sure I really want to make a pattern out of it."

"Plleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaasssse!" Pinkie drew the word out until she ran out of breath.

"No!"

"Fine, I won't make you do anything! Just try the spell on me!"

"No!"

"Why!? You used it on Applejack!"

"I didn't know what it was going to do, and at least Applejack is responsible! She can handle it without going totally crazy! If I use it on you I have no idea what you'll do!"

"I promise I'll be responsible with it! Really!" She began to bang on the bathroom door.

"No!"

"I promise I'll be good with it! I just want to know what it's like! Please, Twilight! Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!!!!" She pounded harder on the door. "I want to try having a dick, Twilight!"

"Okay, fine! As long as you promise not to tell anyone about it! I don't want everybody thinking I'm a pervert who just gives a dick to any girl who waltzes into my house. Nobody hears about this, and you don't get to use it on me unless I say so, okay?"

"Of course!" Pinkie began to bounce again. "I promse! Pinkie Promise even! Does this mean you'll give me a dick?"

Twilight's sigh was loud enough to make it through the door. "Fine, as soon as I get out of the shower."

Pinkie grinned and channeled Fluttershy as best she could. "Yay!" She ran a happy little lap around the library. Halfway through it, she stopped dead. An even more brilliant idea had crossed her mind. She zipped back to the bathroom and knocked.

"What?" Twilight grumbled.

"Can you make it shoot pudding?"

"Huh?" Twilight's sounded more than a little confused. "What are you talking about?"

"My dick! I want you to make it shoot pudding instead of that stuff that it normally shoots."

"...Pudding?"

"Yeah! It's not like normal spooge is good for much of anything besides trying to make babies, so I want my dick to shoot pudding instead! Then I could eat it! And it would even be practical! If I ever got hungry and was too lazy to cook something, I could just start jacking off! Or even better, make it shoot frosting! Then I could use it for work! Although Mr. and Mrs. Cake probably wouldn't appreciate it very much. I doubt they'd want me jizzing on the merchandise even if it is frosting. Oh, I know! Ice cream!"

The sound of the shower ceased, and a moment later Twilight stuck her head out. Her hair was plastered against her neck by the moisture, and her eyebrows were frowning.

"Pinkie, I am not going to give you an ice-cream shooting penis. I don't even know if such a thing is possible, and I'm really not inclined to try to do it. If I give you a nice, regular, semen-shooting cock, will you go back to your room and leave me alone?"

Pinkie nodded frantically.

"Alright, then. Here goes."

Pinkie gasped as a crazy amount of magic poured through her. Then she started to giggle. Magical energy always felt so tingly. She would never understand why everyone else was always so apprehensive about being one of Twilight's test subjects. Even if the spell didn't work, it still felt really funny and it was totally an adventure anyway. This time wouldn't be any different. Except that this time the adventure would involve a dick.

"There, happy now?" Twilight didn't even wait for an answer. She ducked back into the bathroom and closed the door.

Pinkie grinned. She could already feel that her Daisy Dukes were a bit tighter than they normally were. She stuck a hand down the front of her pants and grinned even wider.

"I sure am, Twilight! Thanks!"

"You're welcome."

Pinkie didn't hear it. She was already on her way back to her room. She couldn't wait to get started.

Author's Note

next chapter will be posted shortly.

I know you're all dying to see what Pinkie's dick is like, after all