Twilight sped through some early morning work, finding the next hoofull of statistical reports to be even more boring than the last. Spike made the best little combination of hay fries and apple fritters. She stared at her plate for a while, trying to keep herself from mentally picturing herself throwing the food over a stallion’s belly and slurping it up. She felt angry almost. The only male she’ll probably see the entire day was just… Spike. She found her eyes locking on his tail as it wiggled, poking out of his chair.

No, no! I can’t possibly be thinking of doing weird things to Spike, can I? She picked up a mouthful of fritters and tried to glance just over her hoof at Spike slyly, who sat at the counter on the other side of the kitchen. The baby dragon paid no attention, looking totally lost in thought. It has to be about Sweetie Belle, right? That lucky thing.

She looked down at her empty plate, and she shook her head. Ugh, that book. It’s ruining my life. She got up and went over to the sink. Come on, now. It’s not like he wouldn’t enjoy you expressing some romantic interest in him. He happens to be, let’s be honest, the only guy in the vicinity. Who else would it be? She went to bang her head against the counter, stopping just inches above the marble.

No, just no! She shot one eye at Spike, just finishing up his breakfast, and another out the window at the bevy of mares going out their day’s errands. Oh, seriously, you’re not attracted to Spike. You’re just a little, uh, what’s the word that Rarity always used? ‘High in the mind’? And she would know… since she’s that way. She's sexually interested in ponies all of the time instead of some of the time. Twilight went back into the library and lifted over a stack of books and magazines to read. She felt pretty warm in her plot as she sat down in a pile of marshmallow-y pillows.

“Maybe I just need some ‘good morning relief’ for myself,” Twilight whispered. She found herself pretty well concealed already amidst the frilly pillows. She glanced up and, sure enough, Young Colts, Tight Bondage sat there atop the batch of study material. Does that blasted thing follow me around on its own or something? Goodness!

Before she even really thought about it, Twilight had herself surrounded by piles of books and sitting inside a volcano-like mound of pillows. She propped the coltcuddling novel right in front of her, and both her fornt hooves immediately went down her belly.

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“Oh, Bolt,” I moaned. He rubbed his face along my neck, teeth scraping against my ear. His mane mixed into mine so naturally.

“That’s not what the likes of you can call me, slave!” Bolt called out, slapping my left flank hard. I cooed like a little kitten from the combination of three parts pleasure and one part pain.

“Oh, master,” I moaned, wiggling my plot and shifting my head besides his. The tight metal restraints seemed to stab my bottom hooves. “I want you, master. Please, relieve yourself inside my mouth.”

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“Well, I’ll be off soon,” Spike muttered. Twilight shivered as she snapped back to reality. “I’ll be at Rarity’s place once again.” She leaned over, looking in between stacks of books. “Okay, Twilight?”

This is bad! Bad, bad, bad! Why are you doing this… with him right there… right where he might be able to see you relieving yourself? The harder her mind objected, the faster her hooves moved in between her legs. Twilight bit her lip, trying her best not to scream. She brought in a torrent of little breaths. He can see you any second… any moment now… getting caught…

“G-g-great,” Twilight moaned. She meekly waved a hoof off to the left— the one that looked the least sticky. “S-s-see you l-later.”

Spike had a pretty confused expression, but he went ahead and waved back. He headed to the door. Twilight closed her eyes, hooves moving on her body by pure instinct. Somehow, it all felt too much. Oh, yeah, Spike. I’ll bet you don’t care about me. Not at all. You just want to be with Sweetie Belle. That’s right. Do you kiss her? Oh, yeah, I know you do. I saw you too making out besides Sugarcube corner. Your dragon tounge is pretty talented. I'll bet the contrast of that with her soft, supple body makes you crazy.

Her hooves sped up. Do you do anything more than kiss her, Spikey-wikey? Do you know the birds and the bees? Are you making Sweetie Belle into a mare? Making her grow up? How is she taking it? Oh, you are a NAUGHTY dragon, aren’t you? She smacked her head against the table, and she bit hard against a quill. Of course you are! You’ve got such a naughty girl as your best friend!

Twilight opened her eyes. Drool dripped from her mouth. Her imagination alone wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. She magically slid over Ms. E. I. Xirt’s book, and she propped it open.

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“I want you, master. Please, relieve yourself inside my mouth.”

“I can’t hear you,” he said, stepping over. He rested his front hooves against my shoulders, head nudged into my mane. I could feel all of my locks tickling his beautiful face.

“I want it!” I hollered. He slid forwards, and I prepared to receive him. I had my mouth wide open, panting hard in between screams. “Please master, fill me up! Squirt every last drop straight into me!”

“Into where?”

“My tummy!” I hollered, stamping down hard despite the restraints. “Fill up my tummy, please. Every last drop. Every last little piece. Give me it all. Master!”

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Twilight felt the delicious stuff, flowing like melted white chocolate into her mouth, just as vividly as if she was there. She felt the rusty metal clamps rubbing up against her legs. She smelled the sweaty musk of a stallion, passions built up from a long day of flying.

Twilight was close, very close.

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My master thrust forward. I knew that I was about to enter paradise. Big, sloppy kiss after big, sloppy kiss went on. I made sure to press down a little bit with my teeth, not too much, but just enough to make master giggle from the pleasure.

Master dug his face deep into my back. I felt him drooling over my fur, and I can’t tell you how much a loved it. I could sense ripples of pure pleasure like electricity shooting through his sides. I gave the sloppiest slurp, and he rewarded me by curling his head.

I felt a chomping, coming down hard, and master pulled my mane. His teeth dug in, and I slurped faster. He smelled like a boy, his wonderful scent and his profuse sweat dripping all over me, but his soft whinnies went on and on— sounding just like a little filly. He knew that I wanted what he wanted, and his thrusts went out of control.

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Twilight snapped the quill in two in her mouth. She threw her head back, smashing into a stack of reports. She let out a chopped scream, trying her best to keep it in. Her legs wiggling uncontrollably, Twilight managed to slide out of the stack of pillows and prop herself onto the flat floor.

After a moment, her breaths returned to normal. She felt the thousand little bursts of pure joy going off in her head start to subside, and she curled around. Her eyes locked at her dripping wet hooves. They looked stickier than usual— although she hadn’t been doing this sort of thing for very long— and smelled a bit stronger than usual. Well, that was… was… interesting… I guess.

“I thought only boys were supposed to 'go' like that... or that they…” she muttered. She stood up, but she had trouble maintaining her senses. I feel like a boy inside, as needy as a boy. I really do. "Oh, Celestia, please...

*Knock, knock*

The blood drained from Twilight’s face. Of all the times somepony could come over, now? NOW! She hobbled to the side.

*Knock, knock, knock*

Twilight’s ears perked at the stronger pounding against the door, and she sighed. She walked over and pulled open the door. He eyes immediately closed at the bright light.

“I brought you a letter!” a voice called out in front of her.

“Thanks, Derpy,” Twilight muttered. She tried to force her eyes open as she stuck out her hoof.

“Pffffff…” spat out the voice. Twilight wiggled her head. She looked out and saw Rainbow Dash standing in front of her, a smug look on the pegasus’ face.

“Since when do you deliver mail?” Twilight’s eyebrows curled up as she leaned forwards.

“Since the department decided to have someone awesome enough to manage things with as much speed as possible and to do it with a smile,” Dash remarked, slanting her head back and flashing a huge grin. It looked more sinister than friendly— like the cat that just ate the canary.

Twilight shrugged. She magically lifted up her package and batch of letters from atop Dash’s back. The other mare slid her saddlebags up her back a little with her wings, tapping her sparkling white hat with a hoof. Twilight put the items onto her table, smiling back at Dash.

“You know, about Derpy,” Dash said, suddenly looking solemn as if had a black veil going over her face.

“What about Derpy?”

“Since the accident… we’ve hoped that it would only be a matter of weeks… emphasis on the word ‘hope’,” Dash said, leaning her head against the door.

“Accident?” Twilight tried to keep calm. What accident? What on earth is all this? Hasn’t… She suddenly realized that she had had Spike get the mail every single day for the past couple weeks.

“Yeah, that unfortunate incident with Lyra’s juggling chainsaws, all to show off those new ‘hands’ of hers.” Dash just stared at the wood, ignorant of the confusion on Twilight’s face. “So terrible… so many screams…” She snapped back and stood up straight.” But that’s not important. What is important is that Derpy will be recovering pretty much immediately. Isn’t that just—” She curled her face, making her lips pucker and cheeks look extremely cute. “So awesome!”

“Yes, yes,” Twilight replied. Sheesh! I need to get out more. I’m so out of the loop.

Dash turned to fly off, but she suddenly stopped. She locked eyes with Twilight before slowly lowering her head down. Twilight felt very nervous and self-conscious, as if Dash’s eyes were hooves touching all over your body.

“Oh, and congratulations!”

“For what?”

“Looks like somepony just lost her—” Dash lowered her voice, putting a hoof around her mouth. “Hymen.”

“Hi, ah end?”

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Dash made that horribly smug face with arched up cheeks and big eyes that Twilight despised.

“I don’t…”

“Was it lefty?” Dash grabbed Twilight’s front left hoof, wiggling it a little. The unicorn snapped back. “Or righty?” She went for the right, but Twilight just stepped back at the last second. Dash tumbled down onto the empty air.

“Goodbye, Dash.” Twilight went to slam the door.

“Please, please,” Dash said, putting a saddlebag in the space, “I was only foolin’ around. Honest.” Twilight’s angry expression faded; she hadn’t hear Dash sound this earnest for a while. “Besides, I was just seriously curious if it had anything to do with Ms. Xirt.”

“I don’t know who that is," Twilight flatly replied. Dash simply shrugged, and mouthed something. Twilight nodded, and she shut the door completely. She then leaned over, slid down onto the ground, and sighed.

To Be Continued...