Twilight snapped out of her pleasure zone. She panted hard as she popped out of the bathtub, the book falling flat onto the floor. “I’m just, uh, I'm, yes, needing to, uh,” she stammered, trailing off into nothing. Spike's knocks stopped as he waited for a response. Twilight felt wet stuff dripping down her legs as she went to the nearby hamper, moistness soaking into her body’s coat. “I was, uh, just shaving!”

“Shaving?”

Twilight kicked the book under the hamper and frantically rubbed a towel around her sides. “Yeah, shaving… just to, ah… get freshened up for later…”

“What’s going on later?”

Twilight turned and stared at the locked door. Gosh, Spike! She stepped over and popped it open. “Spike, I just—”

“Wow, what happened to you?” Spike leaned back and his mouth opened.

Twilight slanted her head down, staring back at Spike. She slowly turned to the side and looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She saw her mane poofed up, strands poking out every which way. Her eyes looked dilated. Oh, I guess I... really got more into it than I thought. "Spike, I was..." Gotta think of something. Gotta think of something. Gotta think of something. Think, you're supposed to be "the smart one", blast it!

"Sorry, Twilight, if this is one of those," Spike said, suddenly lowering his voice as if somepony was listening in. He stepped over to Twillight and whispered. "One of those girl things, right? Like biological things, stuff that just naturally happens to girl's bodies at your age?" Spike's cheeks started to flush, and he looked so adorable that Twilight almost wanted to snap a picture.

"Uh, sort of like that," Twilight replied, "I'll just need some 'me time', some 'girl time' by myself in the next few days." She stepped backwards and picked up a brush. I have to look less crazy. What if Pinkie shows up and invites me to yet another party? Or maybe Applejack pesters me about that eating contest of hers coming up? Ugh!

Spike simply nodded. "Don't worry, Sweetie Belle was telling me all about that. Little body flashes and everything, stuff you can't control. Sorry, I just didn't know." He headed over to the new mini-sofa over in the corner of Twilight's bedroom.

Little body flashes, yeah right! "Sure, whatever," Twilight said. She waited patiently until Spike had walked out of view to swing over, locking the door tight once again.

She pounced onto the hamper, knocking clothes and towels onto the floor. She eyed the book, and she shot out a hoof. She suddenly paused. What... what am I doing to myself? I need to go back to studying. I have a job to do. I can't spend the rest of my day locked in the bathroom.

She magically put the dirty stuff back into the hamper, and she nudged the book securely underneath. She turned to the mirror, and she finished up her hair. Okay, enough obsessing over coltcuddling stuff for now. I need to quit. After all, I already... relieved myself once today. Mares just do it once a day. Right?

She wiggled a bit, two brushes magically flowing through her mane. She glanced over, lifting up the toothbrush and toothpaste from the nearby cup. She smiled as she saw the reflective silver stars all around the toothbrush, thinking about how Luna's staff had been so kind handing out 'official Canterlot daily supplies' two weeks ago. She shoved it into her mouth.

"And I entered heaven. He immediately stuck his tongue along the sides of my teeth, and our lips just flowed in and out of each other."

She hesitated. She took a breath, and she tried to keep on brushing. She stared at her reflection and tried to empty out her mind of any conscious thought. She felt herself calming down, body becoming colder. Ah, that's better. I'll just forget about that blasted book.

"I'd never made out before. It was everything, I'm being cliche but I can't help it, that I had possibly imagined."

Twilight grit her teeth against the toothbrush almost snapping it in half. She glared at her reflection, trying to just go on brushing. She panted a little bit, although she knew she had to look unbelievably stupid.

"Our lips just flowed in and out of each other."

She tried her best to finish up, getting ready so that she could hop into bed as soon as studying ended. She finally stepped back from the mirror. She sighed. She looked back at the toothbrush. She hadn't thought much about it before, but all of the bumpy silver stars— a Luna staff trademark— coating the brush always felt odd to her touch. It was, for lack of a better word, groovy along her body fur.

She gazed at the brush. She didn't really have any conscious thought. Her eyes just traced down from the tip of the brush down the sleek plastic to the ribbed bumps while she felt a certain tingly feeling around in between her flanks. Ribbed... it's just so... so... ribbed... She leaned forward. She immediately shook her head from side to side. She rubbed her front hooves against her temples.

"I did not just seriously think about using my toothbrush in my— my— my—" Twilight called out, not able to get herself to say any anatomical words. "Praise Celestia!" She forced herself to think back to her studies. Macro-economic projections. Right. Macro-economic projections. She let out a low moan.

Mares aren't like this. Are they? No, that's not right. Colts. Colts have to sexually relieve themselves multiple times a day, since it's just the natural pattern of external stimuli interacting with their hormone balances. Not mares. Mares have different hormonal processes, so their relief patterns are more irregular. She barely believed herself, but she had to rationalize it all somehow. So, I guess I can be a little colt-like. Nothing wrong if it's just one day's problems. No worries. Now, time to work.

Twilight unlocked the door and headed back downstairs. She eyed the stack of binders against the wall, magically scooching it over. She plopped the first binder onto a table, and she started reading. Most other ponies wouldn't even know where to begin, but Twilight could speed through the reports without much mental effort. It felt grading— as simple to her as reading a clock and as boring as watching that clock tick.

She half-heartedly hoped for Pinkie to jump through the front door, inviting her to a party celebrating the newest DJ Pon-3 album release or the newest flavor of cake frosting or something. Anything! Of course, Twilight would complain to Pinkie about interrupting her study time all the same. She wouldn't be able to help it.

Twilight found herself half-way through the stack. She finally could look past the stack out the window, seeing Luna's beautiful night sky. Her eyes wandered over to the two squirrels snuggled inside her Maple tree. She picked up a pile of pale yellow folders and flipped through them, still keeping one eye on the furry couple. She jotted through a bunch of routine calculus, and she leaned her head down upon the table.

The taller squirrel curled his reddish-brown tail across his companion. Their little paws clutched each other's sides, and their heir legs propped up against a kink in the nearby branch. Twilight tried to guess, recalling Fluttershy saying that the smaller squirrel would be the bigger one's girlfriend. She magically picked up the last three binders. She glanced back one last time, seeing the smaller squirrel with her face buried in her boyfriend's chest.

"I'd never made out before."

Twilight stood up. She glanced at the clock. She could sleep well in tomorrow, but 1:42am was late enough to call it quits. She yawned, and she made her way back up the stairs to her bedroom like she had hundreds of times before. Alone.

She stopped besides the bathroom, the door just slightly ajar. The room had a little bit of moonlight flowing through it, almost seeming to beacon Twilight to come in. She took a step. She leaned her head down, and she stuck out her front left hoof. She felt the book floating over and resting atop her hoof. She took a deep breath.

Spike was deeply asleep. Twilight snuggled herself deep in her bed. She leaned over away from the baby dragon. One small, easy spell later, the books spine lit up like a little glowstick. She returned to her place, her head rubbing up against the pillows as she relaxed.

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How many times have I talked about "Bolt's beautiful face"? It sounds crazy, but it can't have been nearly enough. Somehow, he became totally a part of me. He didn't just complete me. He made me stronger; he made himself a piece of my very identity. His body felt like a thousand little imprints, like his champagne-scented kisses burned into my skin. Even if he was a hundred miles away, I still felt him.

And, that night, I knew that I would feel him... even more deeply. I felt a little tingling in my plot. I set the candles up, just as he wanted. I had the hay fries and special scrambled eggs lying all over our plates, just as he wanted. I had soft, smooth jazz from the 'Best of Octavia' album playing, just as he wanted. And, just as he wanted. I stood besides the foot of the table with my see-through golden apron on. Ready for him to throw my body upon the table and just 'take me' right then and there, just as he wanted.

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Twilight couldn't ignore herself anymore. She silently slid down a smooth pillow between her legs and floated over a derlict sock from atop the beside table. She shoved the sock into her mouth as she brought a hoof down her belly. Relief was coming and soon.

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The door opened up. Bolt stuck out one of those legs of his, sweat dripping off of them from a hard day of flying competition. I felt such hunger that I couldn't believe it, just wanting to throw myself down and lick up every last single drop. Blot slid open the door entirely, walking in and swaying his hips to the music. He had half his fliers outfit on, the leather rubbing up against his mane and curling against his body. I already could feel his mane flowing all over my face. I could smell that wonderful stallion's scent, that aroma of pure power and strength.

He stepped over, nodding silently. He flashed his winning smile. I kept on standing frozen, gazing at his beautiful body. Bolt went as if to sit down. He immediately stood up atop the chair. Our eyes met.

"You're the plate," he calmly said.

I knew exactly what he meant. Without a moment's hesitation, I hopped onto the table. I felt him propping his body over mine. His hooves dug into my chest, rubbing in little circles in his usual way. The rubbing, the pulling down of my fur onto his... just felt so erotic. I felt some tender warmth coming up my belly and sides, and I glanced down to see him putting the hay fries all onto my body.

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Spike let out a soft moan, tossing a few inches to the left. Twilight froze. She became conscious of her teeth dug into the sock, and one particular hoof of hers felt very wet. She could barely breathe. She waited for something else, some other peep from Spike.

Silence.

Twilight shifted the sock in her mouth. She bit down a little bit harder as she went back to her line. He legs clenched the pillow tightly between them.

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It felt so kinky. Oh, praise Celestia, I was almost crying from joy. Bolt curled his head over, and he brought his mouth against my belly. His tongue lapped up a hunk of hay fries, dripping his mouth's love juices all into my fur.

One of his hooves went right down towards the area in between my legs, while the rest kept on plopping food onto me. As much as I loved it, my body felt hungry. I needed him. I craved him. He couldn't just look at me. He had to touch me.

His mouth wandered all over my chest. His talented tongue slurped up chunk after chunk of eggs, running every so softly along my fur. It felt so squishy. He started to stop holding back from his bites, and that moment I just had to let it out.

"Bite harder!" I screamed. Bolt curled his face around my belly, right by my navel, and he thrust his mouth down.

"Yes, sir," he moaned, and the sensations of his teeth against my fur sent bursts of pleasure all through my body.

"Now, dig in with your teeth! Use your tongue, oh yeah, oh, that's it-- rub and touch it. Curl your tongue around and slurp. Don't hold back. Are you soaking my tummy with your mouth's flowing love juices yet? Go down. Down!"

He groaned loudly in approval, and I felt eggs littered across my bottom half.

"Are your muffled screams just popping up against those fluffy white eggs, your little of heaven? That's it. Bite with all your strength, right? You moaning yet? Ohhhhh, yes, turn those screams into moans! Let it all out, dammit, yes! BITE! BIIIIIIIIIITE!"

He panted so loud that I thought the neighbors would burst in.

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Twilight drifted off to the sleep that night after making it through about three-forths of the story. She woke up the next morning-- before Spike, thank goodness for her-- with torn up cottony pieces in her mouth and a stain-soaked pillow between her legs. She spat the pieces into the nearest trash can, and a quick little cleaning spell took care of the pillow. She stepped down the stairs to the main library, feeling like she had the most refreshing sleep she'd ever had in her entire life.

To Be Continued...