Chapter 1 'Awakening'

'A pony must find their true self before she can truly live.'

It was everywhere.

It was all through my coat and seeping into the sheets. I hate it when this happens, Sweat.

I had kicked my covers off my bed during my erratic dreaming. Even without them on I was still incredibly warm. I laid on my mattress trying to piece together what I could remember from my dream and only one thing came to my mind.

Awaken...

Trying to correlate what that meant would be the death of me. What will awaken? These questions were still unanswered and were driving me crazy. I slowly rose from my bed examining my soaking mattress beneath. By Celestia that dream must have been horrible for me to sweat so profusely.

I caught a glimpse of something rather peculiar down below. My vagina was wet. Had I urinated in the bed last night? I examined further into the moist lips and noticed something even more peculiar. It wasn't the normal excrement that was there; this fluid had a strange smell to it. It was enticing, tangy and like nothing I had smelled before. It posed a rather interesting question. What was happening?

I reached down a hoof to examine my marehood, brushing past the lips with the lightest touch. My body recoiled suddenly, convulsed as my hoof made contact with the skin. A wave of a lovely feeling rushed through me starting from my thighs and went all the way up my fore hooves. It was an alien feeling of 'pleasure'.

I started breathing heavily as my hooves quivered slightly. With that feeling at the one touch, I sampled again. Slowly caressing my hoof in the fold I stroked its warm embrace. The pleasurable feeling returned igniting a spark inside my nethers which made a long moan of ecstasy ring through my room. My hard breathing slowed in exchange for long deep breaths. My hind legs twitched and turned as I slowly ruffled my vagina.

I fell forward bracing myself with my other fore hoof. Slowly and moderately deeper I pushed, delving deep into this undiscovered valley. The continuous moaning and rushes of bliss riveted through me before my forehoof lowered me into the mattress. I pushed my haunches towards the ceiling, feeling my thighs pull apart. As I pressed my hoof slowly across, my knees collapsed as the feeling made my hind legs give way.

What am I doing, was this-?

This feeling, this pleasurable experience was beyond anything I had ever imagined. This sense stimulated me into erratic thoughts and questions. As I pressed my hoof deeper and faster, my breathing became inconsistent and hard again. It was making my coat stand on ends as trickling sweat seeped from my unkempt mane and into my coat. Not to mention the fluids dribbling from my marehood, that soaked my thighs and the bed in lubricant.

Why was this so good?

I couldn't contain my moans from loudly erupting. What if someone heard me? What would they think? But as I pushed harder and deeper I tossed reason aside. What I was doing was all I cared for right now. As the rhythm of my hoof increased, I felt the pressure building up. My stomach caught fire and sent heat throbbing through me as my loins became raging torrents, with each stroke pushing myself further and further into insanity. My heart raced, I could feel it like it was going to burst from my chest.

I moaned and muttered to myself from what air I could gather, "Dear Sweet Celestia!"

I rolled to my back keeping my fore hoof pressed hard against my nethers rubbing vigorously. I could feel it, this rushing sensation rising from the depths of me and raging towards my moist lips. Heat built up all over rushing from my loins to my head. This alien feeling came on the verge when I pushed deeper than ever, releasing its crushing force. My hind legs convulsed as liquid ruptured from between my hind legs, soaking my fore hoof and anything in the range of the spurt. I spasmed, letting the nectar flow freely from my marehood. As my orgasm made its way out and onto my bed I let out an intense moan of satisfaction. I was suddenly relived beyond all thought.

I felt truly alive, and nothing else compared to that feeling. I was, for lack of another word, in heaven. The convulsions slowed and the liquid halted, still my hind legs quivering relentlessly. It was one thing to be relieved, but it felt like I was empty. Like whatever that liquid was finally made its way out of me.

Why did it stop?

I clarified myself and calmed down as thoughts returned to me. Glancing down I examined the state of myself. What did I just do? My mane was messed beyond repair; my legs and mattress were soaking and smelled enthralling. Looking at my hooves I had a reality check to see if I was dreaming. I wasn't.

The dirtiest smirk spread over my muzzle as I stared at the cum on my hooves.

What on my hooves?

Recollecting on what that was, I realised that I just pleasured myself. I just experienced my sex drive go into overcharge. This was what sexual intercourse must feel like. I've read about this intimacy between ponies and how the feelings are magnificent, but I didn't think that would be it. It was the best feeling I have ever experienced. Even for all the positives I just undergone, something else hung in my mind; the question was like an itch that couldn't be satisfied. Should I do this to myself?

I leapt from my bed and onto my four hooves, looking away from the mess I caused. One thing ran through my mind, I needed a bath. Sniffing my coat near my thighs I cringed slightly. The enthralling smells were now all musky and not as engrossing as before. When I made it to the bathroom door I glanced back at my bed. "And I need to clean my bed as well..." My hooves clopped on the stylised wooden tiles towards my bath.

'Clean yourself you dirty mare...'

I shook my head as the voice echoed. But what was weird that it sounded so familiar. My telekinesis turned the hot water handle, beginning the stream of water into the ceramic bowl. As the hot and cold water mixed to the perfect temperature I waited in silence, contemplating. It was right for me to question this right? This was a normal thing mares do, right? I lowered myself into the tub letting the warm embrace of the water engulf me, sending the stimulating feeling of relief all across my body. Or was there something wrong with me?

***

It was around midday before I actually descended down the stairs after that satisfying hot bath. With a fresh sheet on my bed and with a presentable coat & mane I trotted over into the kitchen feeling slightly peckish. The rooms downstairs were half trashed, party streamers, loose cups, crumbs of food, even a wrecked speaker was on the floor. The party must have really taken off as I left; I slept through all that noise? Wow. Before I could reach the cupboard Spike caught my attention. "Hey Twilight, how are you feeling?"

I stopped and turned my head to him, himself munching on a sizable ruby. "I'm f-feeling fine, why do you ask?"

I wonder if he heard me...

"Well you left the party pretty quickly and were in bed for a long time." He took another chunk from the crystal, his speech became muffled. "I left to do my chores while you slept, sounded like a restless night."

I darted my eyes around as a small drop of sweat dripped from my mane. Or was it water? "When was that?" I queried levitating over a plate from the draws.

"That was like an hour ago, you were in the bath when I got back and I just thought you didn't need to be disturbed."

I sighed to myself. It would have been embarrassing to explain it to him. Turning my haunches to him I levitated out my stash of daisies and bread. "I think you should clean this up before anypony sees this."

"I did a bit of cleaning, and will finish after I eat."

I prepared my sandwich, trying to piece together what has happened to me, starting from last afternoon. I turned twenty one yesterday, it was an enjoyable party which looked like buckets of fun but during the party heard a mysterious voice. From what I can remember it was a mare or something. I went to sleep after a massive headache and terrible sickness. During that sleep I had a dream which I can't quite recall. Then I woke in a sweat and then...

The thoughts made my nethers warm and tingly, making me stop biting my sandwich. Its feeling crept up on me suddenly making me sexually aroused. I kept my cool around Spike though, trying not to draw attention to myself as I readjusted myself on the cushion.

I shouldn't think about that, I would easily get distracted from what I have to do.

I kept on eating, diving into the bread and ripping a delicious chunk of vegetation. As I chewed, my fore hooves quivered with the unshakable feeling creeping up from my stomach. It kept rising and rising until I cringed and closed my eyes. I slipped forward, releasing a small aroused moan. When I looked up, Spike had stopped chewing his snack and glared at me with his large green eyes. His gaze sparked my memory, only for a moment. The figure in the dream, it had them. But as the thought passed I unintentionally touched myself with my left hoof.

"Twilight, are you ok?" Spike questioned sounding slightly concerned.

I opened my eyes and blinked them seductively at the dragon. I wonder what his cock would feel like.

Whoa, What! What am I thinking!

Eyes wide with shock I pulled myself together, lifting my hoof from my marehood and galloped upstairs and back into the bathroom. My exit was fast, knocking over the plate and sandwich I was eating. I could hear Spike clambering after me and knocking the door in a panic. His cries of worries were muffled behind the wood, questioning my well-being. But I filtered the cries as I stared at myself in the mirror, having a self-reflection to examine my thoughts.

Do it Twilight.

The voice echoed again, making my pussy moist and making my hind legs give way. Forcing out my voice from the extensive moaning, "I can't do it again..."

Pushing my hoof back into my moist lips, it made me squeal slightly in pain. That changed relatively quickly to strikes of ecstasy. I rolled to my back and stared at my thighs, seeing some sex spill onto the floor. I smirked at the sight, licking my lips. The dragon continued to knock frantically but I didn't listen, I had to please myself.

Oh shut up Spike, I'm busy.

The raging fires ignited, growing as each movement stroked my ego, releasing sparks of intense feeling riffling through my body. My sensible mind knew to stop but the slut inside me back hoofed her into place and forced me to push harder.

"Yes!"

My lower body moved in rhythm with my strokes, sweat seeped in between the strands of fur. I looked to the sink above me, continuing my movements scanning for something. Anything would do now, as long as it could go inside me. My eyes fell upon the brush, eyeballing the handle.

The magic wrapped around it and levitated it in turn, the item flickering as my concentration fell elsewhere. I lowered it to my legs and released my hoof from its work slowly inhaling and exhaling heavily from the break in the feeling. I smelt the delicious cum coating me which I breathed in deeply, bringing a smile to my muzzle. I teased it with some slow strokes with the end of the brush, rubbing the sweet spot just near the entrance. I chuckled as I lowered the brush for a shot at my insides. With a loud moan and intense pleasure pulsating from my dirty pussy as the handle drilled deeply.

I rolled it, pulled it in and out and explored every area of my untouched vagina. It stimulated all my senses driving me mad. I moaned my feeling too all of Equestria. "Fuck me harder! Fuck me until I cum!"

My wish was granted, as one final push from the brush into me opened the floodgates. The juices ruptured from inside and out the only exit it could. The feeling from my nethers pushed itself up my body, forcing my breast upward. With each ejaculation of glorious cum I thrust my lower body into the air forcing the mucus into the outside world. The feeling rolled over me again. With the release of my pleasure I drew breath relentlessly. My body trembling, shaking uncontrollably as the sex dribbled from me, I was spent once again.

I opened my eyes and recollected what I just did. I can't seem to stop myself from doing this. The brush hung out of me slightly, still leaving a section of the handle buried inside. Oh Celestia, Why was I doing this?
As I pulled the tainted brush free and stumbled to my hooves the voice echoed.

Twilight, look to the mirror...

This can't be natural.

I knew that hearing voices was a sign of insanity and I shouldn't listen to them but in this case, I had to. She was there in the reflection, the creature from my dream, Me.

Author's Note

Let me know in the comments how it was for the first chapter. Two and Three will be released soon.

Leave any feedback on how its going and suggestions, criticisms and the like.

-Twhylight