Spunk Science

Spunk Science

Chapter 2: A simple but fun home experiment that produces sticky white goo

The basement under the Golden Oaks Library had been nearly empty when Twilight had initially moved into the place. After all, there was little to store there except boxes of books, and Twilight had quickly moved those upstairs to be sorted and shelved by Spike. What remained then was a dusty old basement decorated by an electrical box, a single light fixture.

Three years later, the room was no longer empty and dull. The once bare walls were lined with wooden shelves that contained reference books on every topic imaginable, from medicine to physics to magical theory. A few homegrown experiments with plants and such things filled spaces on the counter that took up most of the other side. Between the tree roots growing through spaces in the ceiling and walls were machines designed to collect and measure scientific data, compute huge figures, and create charts and graphs and statistics all on their own. Equipment for carrying out research could also be found there, as could a fully stocked miniature lab station and protective gear.

In short, it was the perfect place to do important things... sciency things.

“This is Twilight Sparkle, performing a recording test... Testing. Testing.”

Twilight's voice echoed slightly around the corners of the lab. She was wearing her favorite white lab coat and a pair of goggles with various enhancing devices attached to them that magnified her eyes several times, making them look enormous and insect-like from the front.

The sole witness to this sight was an enchanted pen surrounded by an aura of violet magic. It stood upright on one of the tables, its tip resting on a clipboard full of paper that was all blank except for the first sheet, which had the words'This is Twilight Sparkle, performing a recording test... Testing. Testing.' scribbled in the top left.

Satisfied that the notation spell was working properly, Twilight discarded the first sheet and let the pen reset itself in the top corner of the new one. She then held up her revised notes, which were much more organized than the draft she'd written while drunk.

For one thing, it had an actual hypothesis. Twilight physically shuddered at this thought.

Unlike some of the others, she'd had a relatively clear memory of the time she'd spent drinking when the morning came, and thus was not particularly perplexed when she found the folded-up plan for the experiment next to a pile of somepony else's vomit. But that preparedness hadn't stopped the sense of panic that crept over her as she reread the details for the first time.

It seemed grotesque and abominable, looking at the words she'd written. A parody of the natural order, a monument to total hatred for all that was good in the world. Even now, in the basement, it sent chills down Twilight's spine and made her cringe in sheer disgust.

How, she still wondered, could she have forgotten to come up with an actualhypothesis for her experiment?

It was a question that would likely never be answered, much like the equally pressing philosophical question of why there was evil in the universe.

But, after three days of work, she was finally ready to implement the first phase of the perfected semen diet experiment. It hadn't taken long for her to rewrite the entire brief into something far more workable. Most of this, save for the rather important addition ofa hypothesis, revolved around the addition of various protocols and data-recording instruments to measure how her body reacted to the semen diet over time.

Twilight adjusted the collar of her lab coat, rearranged the bundle of notes floating beside her, and cleared her throat— the rough sounds all being transcribed by her note taking enchantment.

“Ahem... This is Twilight Sparkle, now recording data for the semen diet experiment," she finally said. "The goal of this study is to determine the overall effect of semen consumption on the equine body. As discussed in detail within the accompanying documents, my hypothesis—which, by the way, was the first thing I came up with for this experiment! I did not toss the scientific method aside like a wadded up piece of trash, spit on it, and viciously grind it into the earth with my hoof, and I certainly did not..."

The ensuing silence was broken only by the scratching of the pen. Twilight waited until it had finished writing before pressing her hooves against the sides of her head and rubbing them in slow circles, silently counting to ten. When she resumed speaking, her voice was quite a bit calmer and her left eye had stopped twitching.

“...Moving on from that unpleasantness. The goal of this experiment, as I said, is to determine the overall effect of semen consumption on the equine body. My hypoth... Myyou-know-what is that semen has few to no significant health benefits save for a small nutritional value. In order to obtain data relating to this, I, Twilight Sparkle, will spend one week eating nothing except fresh semen in place of my normal meals."

Twilight paused to smooth out some creases and minor wrinkles in her extremely official-looking lab coat. She began pacing back and forth as she continued, her inner scientist finally beginning to take over.

“Due to the lack of available stallions, I have substituted a temporary gender-switching spell for natural genitalia. Please refer to spell 4432P for further details about the gender-switching spell, genitalia only, female-to-male variant. Further details about the six donors, including myself, are available in the attached documents. I expect the consumption of my own semen to have no significant adverse effect on the outcome of the experiment, as I've modified the spell to generate viable ejaculatory fluids through magic rather than the contents of my diet. As the test subject, I’ve fasted on nothing but dihydrogen monoxide to remove potential interference from the experiment’s results. I’ve even—”

She yawned widely.

“—skipped my morning coffee four times in a row. At this time, I am fifty-nine point three pounds in weight and three point six eight feet in height, horn included. Genetically, I am a unicorn, and I identify as such despite having been transformed into an alicorn. My sex drive is average. I have never been pregnant, used drugs, or consumed alcohol more than twice in a one-month period of time. I have no history of physical illness besides the usual minor ailments and no history of psychological... problems... besides an occasional bout of... mild anxiety... Hold on."

Pausing again, she continued smoothing over a particular area on the left shoulder of her lab coat, trying to get it to stay exactly the way she wanted. Unfortunately, it kept wrinkling just a little on its own every time she thought she'd fixed it. Twilight spent almost a full minute obsessively trying to get rid of the wrinkle, growing increasingly frustrated, until she finally let out a low hiss, closed her eyes, and started counting to ten again.

"...Anyway," she said evenly, after she had repeated the counting exercise three times and resolved to avoid looking at the spot that was driving her crazy, "I am, at this moment, completely healthy, both physically and psychologically. Further details can be found in the enclosed documents accompanying this recording."

Twilight moved on to the lab table she normally used for chemistry and magical potions. She'd cleared it off and put a large glass graduated cylinder there instead, as well as a very tall pile of books and notes about spells she might have to use that day.

"To collect my sample, I will stimulate my magically generated penis and collect the resulting ejaculatory fluids for scientific analysis prior to consumption. I should note at this point that I'm not wearing all the proper items of laboratory safety clothing. Specifically, I am not wearing gloves—which, I'm aware, is technically somewhat risky given that I'm going to be working with hot liquids, but I don't feel that wearing rubber gloves would be conducive to the success of this particular experiment. Also, ah, my eyewear is not officially approved for use in a laboratory setting."

She absent-mindedly tapped the goggles, unintentionally causing several magnifying lenses to cascade down in front of her eyes. For a moment, the basement became nonexistent except for a very tiny spot on the floor that was about a centimeter wide, which Twilight could make out in excruciating detail. She sourly retracted the lenses and headed over to the table.

"Note to self: fix viewing goggles to not activate when casually touched. End note. Due to the fact that, uh, the floor is cold and uncomfortable and covered with disgusting, filthy germs, I’m going to be, ah, up on the table for the duration of my time here. Please hold."

Twilight hoisted herself up onto the tabletop and turned around to lay down on her back beneath the bright ceiling light, which made the whole scene feel very sterile and clinical. She fiddled with her coat for a while, trying to make the amount of it sticking out on either side of her as equal as she could.

“I'm now going to officially begin the process of collecting the first sample,” she said, turning her head to where the pen was still scratching away. "The gender-switching spell requires increased blood flow in the groin area to be effective. Therefore, I must...stimulate... myself a bit, which will result in blood being redirected to my genitals. Any strange utterances recorded in the next ten or fifteen minutes will most likely be a result of that."

She spread her legs, exposing the soft pink flesh of her vagina amidst all the lavender, and cast a spell that allowed her to manipulate objects with a great deal more dexterity than she could have using her mouth or hooves. The glowing violet tentacle snaked down between her legs, making her nerves tingle a little when it brushed lightly across the outer lips of her labia.

Rather than immediately jump into the act, she couldn't help teasing herself a little. With the goings-on in Ponyville, Twilight rarely had enough time to herself to slow down and enjoy getting off, and though she was technically running an important scientific experiment she saw no reason why she shouldn't take advantage of the opportunity it presented.

The magical tendril continued to brush very lightly over her labia without actually putting pressure on anything. It tickled just a little, having taken on a silky texture that closely resembled the soft bristles of a painter's brush, and it was stimulating only the sensitive nerves on the very surface of her skin. Twilight bit her lower lip and stifled a groan as the gentle touch started to make her wet and her marehood called out to her for more.

It didn't take long for her to give in to this silent request and let the tendril slide just a short way into her vagina. The part that was now inside began to pulsate slightly, a little bulge of energy bouncing from top to bottom to gently massage her. The effect was similar to that of a vibrator, except that Twilight had the ability to stimulate multiple pleasure points with great precision.

But even this wasn't enough. In fact, it only worsened her quickly intensifying need to have something more substantial inside, as the tendril was still only teasing her flesh in the barest way possible. Her slit was becoming flushed and puffy, every one of her nerves becoming more and more sensitive so that she keenly felt every touch, no matter how light or how brief.

It didn't help at all that her mind was starting to conjure up graphic images of a highly sexual nature: sweaty, muscular stallions, vivacious mares, cocks of enormous size, pussies dripping with arousal... a somewhat less pudgy version of herself lying on her back on one of the lab tables from her old school, getting rutted by an older version of a classmate she'd once had a crush on, while complicated chemical experiments bubbled in beakers and vials and test tubes all around her and there was a book about scientific equations resting upside-down on her chest.

"Ooh," she moaned out loud, finally giving in to the urge to touch her partially exposed clit. She did this with her hoof instead of the magic tendril, because the soft but firm texture was perfect for stimulating that part of her body. Her vagina and the coat around it were all damp now, and the scent of her arousal—thick, intoxicating, and tinged with something sweet—was so strong that even Twilight could smell it.

While she rubbed circles over her clit, she tweaked her fantasy a bit and imagined that she was a substitute teacher instead of a student. Unprepared for the seductive charm of this suave young stallion, she had gone from lecturing at the front of the room to getting rutted on one of the lab tables, still holding the upside-down textbook she had been trying to read to the class from.

The tendril pushed further into her vagina and expanded until it filled her up, then began sliding slowly back and forth, using her natural wetness as a lubricant. Twilight moaned and ground her hoof against her clit and her swollen vaginal lips, imagining that her substitute teacher self was now reading out of the textbook despite the huge cock pistoning in and out of her pussy, her voice rising to a sharp squeal of pleasure every time it slammed into her.

Abruptly, she canceled the spell and removed her hoof from between her legs. Though her sopping cunt silently begged her to finish the job, she was already more than adequately aroused for the spell to succeed, and she didn't want to ruin the whole thing by masturbating herself to orgasm as a female.

She lay on the table for a minute with her hooves at her sides and her horn dark, panting, not entirely trusting herself to move or do magic without being overwhelmed by the temptation to resume masturbating until she got off. Trying to cast the enticing images out of her head, though, would be more effort than was worth it for the reward, so she didn't make even the slightest attempt to fight them off.

"Right, then." She cleared her throat, repeated 'Right, then', and then went on, "My endeavor to arouse myself has met with great success. I am now quite horny, and if the circumstances were different, I would likely succeed in mating with another pony. However, I'm going to cast the gender-switching spell now instead."

Twilight lay back down on the table and spread her legs wide open again. Her horn began to glow brightly, casting an arc of lavender from its tip into the air and down onto her genitals. A peculiar feeling of very strong suction took hold down there, and Twilight watched with detached scientific fascination as her engorged clitoris slowly enlarged itself and morphed into a bigger, sturdier organ. At the same time, her vagina started to shrink and knit itself together, and two small lumps appeared below her new dick, both steadily growing in size.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day," she said. "To clarify, I'm currently watching my reproductive system turn itself inside out and liquefy into entirely new tissue as a result of the gender-switching spell. It's an absolutely fascinating process to observe."

After a minute or two, the suction feeling and the lavender aura both disappeared. A fleshy pink organ now protruded from Twilight's groin, and at its base hung a pair of testicles. Initially, her new penis was standing erect when the spell finished, but it quickly began to deflate and grow flaccid even as she sat up on her haunches, recast the object manipulation spell, and prodded the softening member curiously. The intense arousal she'd felt only a short time ago had been overridden for the moment by sheer academic curiosity about the experience.

"Hmm. It has the correct formative structure appropriate for male equine genitalia..." As she spoke, she continued manipulating her dick and balls with her magic so that she could check over every part of them. "No malformed nerves or horrifying cancerous growths from inappropriate magical input... Appears to be physically capable of achieving erection... Hum."

She frowned a little.

"It's, uh, a bit on the small side..."

Holding the head with her magic, she stretched the now-soft member out as far as it would go without hurting her. This was really not very far; at least, not as far as she'd expected. Not that she'd been thinking about it very much.

"But, uh, it's flaccid now... Maybe it wasn't completely erect before? It'll probably be significantly larger when it's fully tumescent. Yeah, maybe it'll get... significantly bigger, after I spend a while touching it."

She giggled an awkward, uncomfortable giggle, and subconsciously smoothed out the lapels of her lab coat yet again.

"Besides, I'm only going to have it for a little while, so I shouldn't be that worried about how big it is. I mean, it's not like it's a reflection of my ability as a unicorn, or anything like that. It's just a magical penis. And it'll be a lot bigger when it's completely erect, so, uh, there's nothing to worry about..."

Twilight continued to grope her softened cock with the spell, idly waiting for it to get hard. She wasn't very horny anymore, but she was reasonably certain that with enough physical stimulation she could achieve an erection anyway. It didn't exactly feel unpleasant, either—in fact, Twilight discovered, playing with herself was actually somewhat enjoyable even before she began to get hard.

Her theory proved to be true, as the ceaseless fondling eventually started to make her penis rise and stiffen in her grasp. She tried creating a sort of sleeve out of magic, which she ran up and down the shaft in order to more effectively stimulate it. The sensation it produced was comparable to getting a light massage from a soft, fuzzy glove made of static electricity.

It soon became apparent, though, that her member wasn't that much larger when it was erect. Not as much as she'd hoped it would be, anyway. Once it was sufficiently hard that it could stand up on its own, Twilight fumbled around and got a tape measure from the one of the drawers below the countertop. She placed it lengthwise along her penis, looked at the number the measurement ended at, looked up, did a double take, turned the tape over in the hope that she was using the wrong system of units, and found this hope to be entirely in vain.

"Well," she said, halfheartedly trying to come up with something to make herself feel better, "at least it'stechnically within the ordinary range of penile length. Just barely within the ordinary range, but still... It could be worse. I mean, it could be a micropenis. Haha. Now that would be horrifying. Yes, there's no reason to fret over... having an embarrassingly small magical penis... One that will disappear in a short time, yes—It's not like it's permanent. Ha, ha. And I'm sure all my friends will have similarly sized male genitalia when I cast the spell on them, too, haha. Heh. Yeah."

Feeling marginally reassured, and also silently resolving to edit everything about her size out of the notes and look up a penis enlargement spell later on, she resumed tugging on her dick with about the same grace as a colt of thirteen who had just discovered a stash of dirty pictures behind a dumpster. Instead of epic Playcolt centerfolds, though, Twilight's thoughts were focused more on the importance of this act in the noble history of science.

At first glance, it might have seemed silly to study semen consumption in-depth, but Twilight had also thought friendship was useless until it defeated one of Equestria's most diabolical foes. Perhaps more than anypony, she knew that no stone ought to be left unturned, no idea left unstudied. Therefore, until proven otherwise, learning the effects of swallowing jizz was a matter as pressing as that of the origin of the universe.

It would, of course, all be carried out with academic precision, using the most advanced equipment available and the most modern innovations to obtain all the relevant data and render it into an ultimate conclusion—the formally-presented explanation of exactly what happened when ponies swallowed male ejaculatory fluids. Her experiment would be arranged into a readable format and reprinted in an important journal of peer review—'Journal of Reproductive Health Quarterly', or something of that nature—and distributed to hundreds, even thousands of ponies who would then read all about her noble work.

It would all be there in neat, official-looking black print, with an equally neat and official-looking title at the top and a short abstract below. And then it would explain the quest for knowledge that Twilight had undertaken, step by step, in highly scientific terms. None of that vulgar, casual slang used by the masses, but long and perfectly descriptive technical language that took at least a paragraph to describe a single, solitary object. Figures and measurements, graphs and charts, comparisons and analysis, and most importantly, statistics.

"Ooh, yeah," she muttered, her masturbation becoming a bit more driven as she thought about the journals, and the statistics, and the peer reviews.

Though not a narcissistic mare at heart by any stretch of the imagination, she couldn't help but envision the prestige she'd gain from making such an important contribution to academic knowledge. Twilight's mind conjured up images of herself on a stage at the University of Canterlot, receiving a round of enthusiastic applause as she headed toward the podium in the center, where there stood a number of great historical academic minds about to present her with an award for scientific achievement.

This was soon perverted into a fantasy where she gave Starswirl the Bearded a blowjob in front of the entire scientific community, which then became a scene where she was dressed in a scandalous prostitute outfit, getting an award for 'contributions to sexual activity' and attempting to make a speech while getting rutted from behind so hard that she had to hang onto the podium to stay upright. The scenario eventually morphed into an all-out gangbang with the audience, which she imagined would be recorded as a study about alicorn sexual behavior and published in a well-known scientific newsletter.

By that point, Twilight's cock had grown rock-hard in her grasp. With the ultrasensitive violet sleeve wrapped firmly around it, she could feel every vein throbbing in her shaft; the way her magic bumped against the flare every so often. Her body was starting to feel hot and itchy, and sweat was beading up on her brow.

She thought about where in the laboratory she would frame the letter of recognition for her work, and what member of the Canterlot Council for Scientific Research she would most want to have her picture taken with. Then she thought about which member of the Canterlot Council for Scientific Research she would most want to get rutted by while having her picture taken to be used in a medical book about sex.

The movements of her magic glove were getting erratic and rapid now. Her right leg began to twitch, thumping loudly against the table a couple of times, while hips were moving like she was humping the air in time with the jerky rhythm of her magic rubbing her dick. She felt a tightening sensation in her groin, but ignored it for the most part because she wasn't sure what it signified and didn't have very much incentive to stop and think about it at the moment.

Instead, she focused on the newest evolution of her fantasy, which was her being congratulated by Princess Celestia for being the most brilliant scientist of all time, and receiving a special and unique award made solely in honor of her exploration of all things scientific. In addition to the award, she was also getting fucked by Luna, whose cock was so large that it probably wouldn't have realistically fit inside a pony's body without causing permanent damage.

It was only when she started to feel the pressure growing between her legs that she actually realized she was about to climax. Sweat was pouring down her face, she was panting hard, and she was bucking against the table while she abused herself. Each rough tug on her shaft pulled so hard that it jerked her balls up and let them slap onto the table again, and what was more, Twilight was just too close to care how uncomfortable having her testicles banged about like that was.

Dimly, she knew that she was about to do something extremely unsanitary, but there was no stopping it regardless of whether she wanted to or not. She wasn't even sure she would have been able to cancel the spell even if she'd tried, as her horn seemed to be stuck on automatic. The pressure rose and rose until it reached almost painful levels and had perforated every part of her groin. Then it burst like an exploding bomb just as, in her fantasy, she took the special science award from Princess Celestia and held it up high in triumph.

Her cock spasmed violently and squirted out a large amount of milky white fluid in a powerful jet that went far enough to spatter the floor as well as the tabletop. Twilight was flooded with a jolt of intense pleasure, arching her back while her hips continued to sporadically hump the air. This was followed by several more spurts of about equal volume and range, and then a large number of increasingly subdued ones that fired less and less potent shots each time. Twilight's body twitched with each one, her head lolling back, mouth hanging open, and her eyes shut while she continued to jerk herself off in between the spasms.

When the last spasm had finished pulsating through her body, Twilight's tensed muscles relaxed and her whole body sagged back. She let out a long, heavy breath. Her magic kept massaging her half-erect dick for a while after, squeezing a few more drops of spunk out onto the table. It took her almost half a minute of heavy breathing and sighing before she had recovered enough to return to the real world.

"...Horseapples," she said hoarsely, still panting a bit. "I was supposed to do it into the graduated cylinder."

She opened her eyes, took a deep breath to replace the one she'd just let out, and looked down at the mess in front of her. It wasn't as bad as she'd expected, as there were only two or three shots that had gone off the table, but there was a sticky white puddle on the table between her legs, with a couple of long, unsteady lines projecting straight out of it where the first few shots had landed.

"Ugh. I've, uh, ejaculated all over the table and floor." Twilight's horn lit up. "Fortunately, I cast anti-contamination spells on all the surfaces in my laboratory when I moved in, so I can just clean it up without having to worry about potential contaminates interfering with the experiment. Still, though, I feel very unprofessional right now."

The spell, which was shaped like a large violet sponge, mopped the jizz off the table, then did the same with the stuff that had dripped onto the floor. It dove into the graduated cylinder and dissipated, leaving the container half filled with sticky white goo. Twilight cast a stasis spell on it to ensure that her sample would remain fresh if she had to be distracted by something.

She wiped some more of the sweat from her face, climbed off the table, and sat down in front of the cylinder to examine her specimen, levitating a clipboard after her. After dunking a thermometer into the goopy white substance, she started writing down observations.

“Volume is approximately sixty-four point three seven milliliters. Colour varies between creamy and off-white. Texture is extremely gooey and thick. Very uniform throughout."

After notating this, Twilight stirred the jizz around a little with the thermometer and peered closely at the little tics on the side of the graduated cylinder. She could feel heat seeping through the glass, warming her cheek, and could also smell the semen inside.

“The odor is rather strong and has a faintly chemical element to it," she said, "but it's not completely overpowering. And it's also not entirely unpleasant, I have to say. This sample appears to have a normal scent based on what I know about semen, though I'll admit that none of my past sexual encounters have provided me with the opportunity or the incentive to smell a stallion's ejaculatory fluids."

Once again using the thermometer, she prodded her sperm around some more.

“No indication of infection or any other health conditions present. Overall, it seems to be entirely within the range of what would be considered 'normal', thus far, with the possible exception of the temperature, as I have yet to obtain that information. But the thermometer should be ready to read now..."

She took the cum-coated thermometer out of the cylinder, checked it, and announced, “Thirty-four point two nine degrees celsius. Perfect!”

Twilight started to put the thermometer in her mouth, but paused and took a moment to check whether the clear part was made of plastic or potentially hazardous glass. Finding that it was in fact made of durable safety plastic, she slid the end into her mouth and sucked the spunk off it, then used magic to pour the contents of the cylinder into a glass measuring cup.

"Hmm... it's kind of salty, but that's to be expected from a healthy sample," she said as she swished the jizz around in her mouth. "At the same time, it's also somewhat bitter—also to be expected, as unicorns reportedly have marginally more bitter seminal fluids than the other two pony tribes, because of the amount of magic in our bodies. It's not terrible, at any rate."

She swallowed what was in her mouth, then hoisted herself up onto the table again and sat on the edge. The measuring cup full of cum floated after her, its contents oozing around depending on which way it tilted.

"I had something of a debate with myself over what kind of container I ought to use to hold the sample while consuming it," she said as she created a spoon-like implement with her magic and stirred the semen around a little. "Studies indicate that the material a food or drink is eaten or drunk from can subconsciously affect how we perceive the taste, and I feel it would be advantageous to maintain a relatively positive perception of the samples I consume. In the end, I chose glass, because our brains tend to assume glass with cleanliness and...order."

Almost without realizing it, Twilight started smoothing out the shoulder of her lab coat again. She quickly stopped and focused on the warm jizz in the measuring cup instead.

"Anyway, this is meal number one of twenty-one: breakfast.”

With the violet spoon-like device she'd made out of magic before, she scooped up a spoonful of cum from the measuring cup, then held it up and waited for the little gooey white strings to finish oozing off. She ended up levitating the cup under her chin before she opened her mouth and stuck the spoon in.

Eating a mouthful of semen was a bit like consuming candy syrup at Sugarcube Corner. Like the syrup, Twilight wasn’t entirely sure whether to treat it as a liquid or a solid, as it seemed to be halfway between the two. Chewing it was no use as it just got stuck to her teeth, and when she swallowed, at least half of the gooey stuff remained there until she ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth and swallowed a few more times.

“It’sh shtrange shtuff t’eat, that’sh for shur,” she said through another mouthful. A couple of white bubbles formed and burst out of the corner of her mouth as she spoke, and a drool-like strand of spunk oozed down her chin. She sucked it back in, licked the corner of her mouth, and swallowed before continuing: "It's very, ah... Hmm. It's very gooey, let me put it that way. And warm, but again, that's all to be expected from a healthy sample."

She held the spoon up to her mouth and put her lips on the cum. The resulting loud, obnoxious slurping noise as she sucked it up made her giggle slightly in embarrassment, as she was relatively certain it had been recorded by the notation spell. Because her mouth was still full of jizz, her laughter sounded oddly watery and gurgly, like she was gargling something in the back of her throat—which she technically was. Blushing slightly, she swallowed and licked her lips a couple of times, then slurped up another spoonful. This one she kept in her mouth for a little while, swirling it around from one side to the other, before gulping it down.

“I'm sure part of the initial hesitation to enjoy it comes from the knowledge that I'm currently consuming my own ejaculatory fluids, viable sperm and all." Twilight swallowed thickly and scooped up yet more of her cum with the magic spoon. "After all, the equine body is not technically designed to consume semen for sustenance, so of course it's going to seem odd. However, aside from the slight bitterness, which I personally find rather unappealing, it's really not that bad after several mouthfuls. I think I could get used to the taste; at least enough to survive on it for a week.”

She reached up and used her hoof to clean the resulting drool of spunk off her chin, then started scrubbing the last globs of semen from the almost empty measuring cup.

“Mm, that was... interesting. While semen may be tolerable to consume, whether it has any health benefits is still up for debate. Hopefully, by the end of the week, I’ll have this mystery solved. I'll be having lunch at exactly noon and dinner at five-thirty, and then I'll take the appropriate measurements at the end of the day and compare them to my baseline data."

She swallowed the last half a spoonful, and licked the glowing violet spoon clean before the magical implement dissipated into nothing. As she slid off the table, she let out a small belch, which brought up an aftertaste very similar to what she'd just ingested. Blushing, she excused herself.

Once the start and end times of her meal had been recorded and the recording spell cancelled, Twilight cleaned up her workstation and washed up a bit. Then she headed for the stairs, levitating the empty measuring cup and spoon, as well as the clipboard with her notes, behind her. She was still smacking her lips together and licking the inside of her mouth to get the unswallowed spunk off it when she started up the first step.