WORLD FULL OF NOTHING
Her skin burned. A tension headache was beginning to ache in her mind, and she could feel her heart pounding. Twilight Sparkle hadn't blushed like this in months, but she was practically alone and she could feel it grating on her. Twilight Sparkle wanted company, she wanted touch and emotional attachment. She wanted something that could only be offered to her through intercourse.
Twilight moaned, rolling over and holding her pillow tightly. She nestled her head into it, closing her eyes and feeling every little hair move out of place. The pillow was cool and soft against her cheek, but not cold enough to make her shiver. It wasn't warm enough to be a stallion. It wasn't even the right kind of softness. But in some way it provided comfort.
"I love you, Twilight," she whispered, feeling a stinging sensation in her eyes. She whimpered, gripping the pillow all the more tightly. Twilight wished that her ears would hear a stallion's voice whispering quietly to her, but the only return was her very own voice. Twilight's teeth began to chatter, and even though she was hot she felt so cold.
"I...love...you..." she whispered again, tears beginning to sneak out of her eyes skillfully. Twilight bit down hard on her lip, and while she didn't make it bleed she could feel it beginning to grow sore. As it throbbed, Twilight mentally tried to apply the feeling somewhere else. If only her pain could be worth the while. If only she could feel ringing and delight in her core once more.
Twilight sighed, thinking reflectively on her own past. His yellow eyes. His powder blue coat. His shaggy navy mane. Twilight shivered, feeling a hollow sensation in her stomach. She remembered staring into those eyes as often as possible, but finding her eyes rolling and closing on their own. She could hardly keep them open and he had probably felt powerful because of it.
Noteworthy. His name had been Noteworthy, and they head met in college. He had been a friend of a friend, an acquaintance with a dirty mind. Twilight had been desperate.
Twilight had promised herself to remain abstinent. She figured it was only safe, and smart. She was a responsible filly, after all, and she was not going to sacrifice her place as Celestia's private student for anything. Twilight was a girl with aspirations, and she planned to stick to them.
After all, Twilight knew that you could never guarantee that someone was yours unless you married them. Twilight's own parents had lectured her time and time again on the dangers of sex before marriage. She could get painful, itchy infections that never stopped pestering her, warts that hurt her frighteningly.
But Twilight had been desperate. Ponies were born to eat and reproduce, and this much she knew from studying basic psychology and biology. She had aced both subjects, after all. When Twilight first spied his powder blue coat, the only thing she could do was lick her lips. She craved.
She and Noteworthy were an intense pair. Every time she was around him she felt electricity, and he was rumored to be the dangerous, naughty type. Twilight had always been restrictive about who she sophisticated with, and this risk was incredibly fun. Soon after Twilight was dying to try out other exciting, dangerous risks. She had always colored within the lines. It was time to try splatter painting.
Twilight had gone to one of the typical frat boy parties. Cider pong had been played and sweaty ponies were squirming around her everywhere. A demon was born, a demon who wanted nothing but to scream out in some new form of ecstasy. Twilight wanted everything in a greedy, sleek fashion.
She met eyes with Noteworthy and the two of them quickly made a plan. They both had silver tongues behind their clean, goody-two-shoes exterior. Twilight led him back to her dorm, her heart pounding with anticipation and her mind filling with guilt. He was special, but he would do.
Because she was Princess Celestia's special private student, she had a nice, very private dorm. It was kept meticulously clean and organized. Twilight giggled, her heart pounding throughout her whole body. She was just about to make a mess.
Noteworthy followed her inside the dark apartment, and watched Twilight as she flicked on the lights. Twilight then trotted quickly into the bathroom, simply to check up on how she looked. She still had a fresh coat of lipgloss on, and her mane was all in order.
Twilight re-entered the room to see Noteworthy lounging on her coach. He had a light blush on his face, and his golden eyes were resting on objects around the room.
"So. You're lonely?" Noteworthy asked, his eyes resting on Twilight. She blushed, feeling an extreme rush of guilty pleasure sweep her up.
"I'm lonely," she laughed, tilting her head to one side and peering at Noteworthy with a coy expression.
"You know, Twilight, it really turns me on when you look me in the eye like that," Noteworthy explained, not breaking eye contact. He stood from the couch and slowly walked towards Twilight. Step...by...step clacked quietly on her floor.
"Really?" Twilight asked, finding herself suddenly looking up at the tall stallion. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and it hurt.
"It's for you only that I lust, Twilight Sparkle. Your luminscent eyes, your sleek mane, those expressions you make..." Noteworthy leaned in close to Twilight's face and she looked into his yellow eyes once more. She felt exposed. They were close, they were naked, and they were about to end Twilight's innocence forever.
Twilight didn't trust Noteworthy. Their relationship would end after that night, and he was dangerous. He could be too aggressive, he could hurt her. But Twilight wanted him. She wanted this.
Twilight leaned closer and kissed him passionately.
"I'll be gentle," Noteworthy promised, seemingly sincere, "it's my first time too."
Waves of pleasure slammed her like a mighty wind. New sensations made her mind confused and erratic. Pain pierced her but she could feel it released through her vocalizations. She was encouraged and nuzzled by Noteworthy, who was true to his promise of being gentle.
Twilight was shaken back to reality when Noteworthy sighed happily, his tears falling onto Twilight's face. Twilight had already been covered in his sweat, so she didn't mind the tears much. In fact, she was touched to be considered so precious for a few short minutes. It had been an experience.
Twilight looked up at Noteworthy, who was panting and letting out quiet noises. He was riding the high down, and Twilight had already felt that sensation. He climbed off her, and out of her too. Twilight gasped at the sudden feeling and shook her head, droplets of sweat dripping out of her mane.
Noteworthy had stolen her innocence. He had made a permanent, irreversible, unconditional change. It had been easy to slip away and believe all his lies, but they would both move on in the morning time. He hadn't even been special, but he would do. The world was filled with nothing, and that night Twilight had found something.
It wasn't love, but it meant something.
