Twilight glanced down at the mail. Nothing looked to be of any importance, so she just lifted the stack up to the closest bookshelf. I’ll look at all that later. She walked over to the kitchen and made herself a huge iced tea, getting to work a moment later.

She finished going through her reports pretty quickly, shoving them all to the far corner of the library. Spike still hadn’t come back yet. She expected him to make a late afternoon lunch like always, although she felt pretty foolish for thinking that after only a few minutes of waiting. Little squirt is running around with Sweetie— going bowling, to the movies, walking in the park, buying her flowers, and everything else. That… ungrateful twerp. A pang of conscience shot out from deep inside her. Well, he can be happy. He should be happy.

She stood up, grabbing a satchel from besides the door. Okay, fine, I guess I shouldn’t feel jealous. She stomped in place. Of course, I’m not jealous. It’s just that his proper place is with me. Me! “What does he see in her, anyway?” Twilight asked nopony in particular, opening up the door.

Wait, you’re not just going to stalk him, are you? Stake out Rarity’s place for him? Twilight looked outside, and she turned back, glaring at herself in the slivery door handle. She took a deep breath.

“No, I’m just… surveying the situation,” she muttered. Well, you still need an excuse to go over to Rarity’s place, don’t you? Otherwise it would just look weird. “What’s weird about hanging outside a building and peeking at ponies from underneath a bush?” Her reflection frowned at her. “Okay, okay.” She glanced over at the table where she had sat. She eyed the coltcuddler book, wrapped up in an old brown jacket.

Hmmm, I’ve been meaning to get that raggedy thing replaced with something or fixed or whatever. That’s enough of an excuse as any. As she slumped the jacket over her back, the book fell down between her legs. She paused. Her rational mind told her to just leave it her, none of her friends should see her reading such chick-lit trash.

Her eyes suddenly locked at the cover. “Ms. E. I. Xrit,” she whispered, “Of course! That’s what Dash meant!” She reads this stuff too! Gosh, it just seemed like yesterday that she wouldn’t pick up anything. Then, it was the Daring Do stories. I guess she took to it immediately. Is this thing more popular than I thought?

Twilight shoved the book into the saddlebags, just slightly out of sight, and she made her way down through Ponyville to Rarity’s boutique. She started to take in the nice day outside, a gentle breeze caressing her mane, but her mind immediately went someplace else. Roseluck over there… she’s laughing. She’s always smiling and giggling. Twilight stared at the mare— who bounced around a tiny colt and made him laugh with funny faces.

What is she hiding? Does she stay up late, pleasing herself, because of her girly hormones in action? Twilight brought her accusing stare across from mare to mare as she walked. Are you all doing weird things behind closed doors? No… I’ll bet you all have coltfriends. Don’t you all? You're not like me, and you have tender, masculine arms to hold you tight as you fall asleep every night. You’re all happy and well-adjusted. You don’t have ‘Boys kissing Boys’ sweeping your thoughts constantly.

Twilight almost hit Rarity’s boutique face first, totally engrossed in her thoughts. She wiggled her head around. Well, no Spike and Sweetie in sight. What now? She glanced through the window. Rarity hunched over some stubby stallion with a spiky, short mane. Rarity ran her hooves just inches above the greenish-gray locks, trying to find some psychic inspiration.

Twilight breathed out, fogging up the window glass. She immediately felt pretty sheepish. Oh, goodness, just go in and talk to her. It’s good for you to get out— cooped up in the library so much. That’s why you have all these weird thoughts. The stallion stepped out the door, and Twilight put her hoof against it. She found her eyes trailing the stallion’s flank as he made his way down the street.

He had a pretty plain looking cutie mark— just three small flowers— but his stubby legs looked pretty masculine and powerful. He seemed totally impervious to the sun, not sweating a bit. Is he my… my ‘type’, as they say? Twilight found herself trying to peek in between his legs, but he moved too fast and his tail bobbed too much for her to see that well. Something inside her seemed to tell her to just magically leap through the air and clench onto this face. Ugh, he’s the first male I’ve seen besides Spike in a while. But I don’t even know his name!

“Enjoying the view, darling?” asked a voice right behind Twilight. She flipped around, looking a bit nervous. Rarity just laughed and motioned Twilight to come in.

Twilight popped onto the familiar black couch— where she had sat on hundreds of times. Rarity picked up a cup of tea from the nearby table. Twilight leaned over, and Rarity just nodded. Oooh, this tastes almost like… coconut, maybe? So exotic! She tried to keep herself from gulping the whole thing like a puppy at a bowl.

“Now then, please, tell me what’s bothering you?”

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

She forced the book out of her mind for the moment. “I'm just here to see if you could fix up my jacket." Twilight slumped the old thing onto the floor besides them. "How do you know I’m—” Rarity’s besumed expression brought her words to a standstill. Of course, she sees through me like a window. We're like sisters, after all. “Well, it’s pretty embarrassing. It’s just that, well, many things are… grating on me.”

“Like what?” Rarity put a hoof on her table and brought herself a few inches closer.

“Well, you know about Spike and Sweetie Belle…”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Rarity muttered, curling her head over and shaking her mane across her shoulders. Twilight could almost see lines starting up under her eyes.

“But the thing is,” Twilight said, biting her lip, “I feel— to be completely honest— jealous.”

“Jealous?” Rarity appeared genuinely puzzled.

“Because he’s got something, something that I… that I need… well, that I think I need… that I didn’t know I needed, but I might need, especially now that I read that book…” She babbled on and finally trialed off. Twilight mentally kicked herself for mentioning that blasted coltcuddling novel. It’s all your fault, book! Without you, I’d be feeling great!

“Darling, life and love aren’t really like that,” Rarity said. She pushed off of her chair and walked backwards to the nearby kitchenette. “You make yourself into what you want— into all you can be with your friends by your side. Then, and only then, do you worry about finding the right stallion.” She returned with another platter of teas. “If you try to transform yourself in what you think stallions want and tailor things to them, it will always fall apart. Trust me. You must believe in yourself.”

Twilight sped through her cup and started on the next one. She took a deep breath, and she went on, “Yes, I know.” Oh, goodness, how can I explain it. I don’t even know what’s going on myself. “It’s just that I’m not sure if I really want a stallion.”

Rarity curled her eyebrows. “Twilight, well, I hadn’t had you pegged as a fillyfooler. Nothing wrong—”

“No, no, no.” Twilight flew her front hooves in the air. “I’m having these new, weird… things… these…” She strained to find the most reserved, dispassionate way of putting it. “I have these urges.”

“Urges?” Rarity just looked confused.

“Fill up my tummy, please. Every last drop. Every last little piece. Give me it all. Master!”

Get out of my head, you stupid book! Twilight opened her mouth to say something, but she just felt like crying. She put her head down on the desk. “It’s so odd. I felt last night like I couldn’t sleep without, uh, meeting to my… urges. I couldn’t really wake up this morning without that as well.”

“You mean what I think you mean, right?” Rarity asked. She had a pretty blank expression. Twilight wondered if Rarity felt repulsed or if she strained to burst out laughing.

“Y-y-yeah,” Twilight replied. She buried her face in her hooves upon the table. She felt so weird, so naughty— tingly sensations going on deep inside her body. She banged her knees against the table. “It’s all the fault of that book! That Ms. Xrit!”

Rarity jumped straight up in the air, letting out a huge, happy squeal. Twilight stood up, gazing at how Rarity’s eyes had seemed to fill up with stars. “Don’t tell me that you’re one too! You are a bonder?” Rarity squealed.

“Bonder?”

Rarity grabbed Twilight’s shoulder. She pulled her up and did a quick little dance side to side. Twilight could barely think anymore. Rarity pushed her back down into the chair. Rarity’s eyes turned to Twilight’s saddlebag, and she made a mischievous grin.

“I’m so happy, darling. I can’t believe it. Oh, Twilight,” Rarity said, magically lifting the copy of Young Colts, Tight Bondage into the air, “you’re literally the last mare in all of Equestria that I thought would be a bonder, a Y.C.T.B fanmare. And, of course, as a proud fanmare myself—” Rarity ducked into a large grey chest besides them. “I just have to ask you, what team?” She kept on talking as she threw clothing pice after clothing piece to her sides, digging for the right item.

“Team what?” I guess this Y.C.T.B. thing is a lot more mainstream than I thought! Twilight stepped over right behind Rarity, the while unicorn’s plot wiggling in the air as she moved.

Rarity jumped over to the side, holding up a big black shirt. “Ta-da!” Twilight gazed at the big, sliver label reading ‘I’m a TEAM JACK BOLT girl!’ and the massive picture of the coltcuddling book’s character, face chiseled in an incredibly handsome way with his mane curled around his neck.

“I guess I’m a—”

“Things just keep getting better and better,” Rarity said, suddenly giving Twilight an almost choking hug. “Oh, you’re just a natural for Team Bolt. Isn’t he clearly the most beautiful one? Not to mention that he can provide for Cherry’s well-being from his flying career, not like Buckle Berry.” Rarity scoffed. “Those silly Team Buckle fanmares have their priorities all backwards.”

Twilight slipped out of the hug. She stepped a few feet back. She felt a sea of emotions, but she needed to get one important question out. She had to know—just had to— that she was normal. “Rarity, please,” she said, and the unicorns gazed at each other with tolerant eyes, “When you read the book, do you ever… relieve yourself afterward?”

“One will occasionally do such things,” Rarity replied, fluttering her eyelashes and putting the Team Bolt shirt onto the table, “if one is a girl. It’s as natural as breathing, isn’t it? Certainly, the book was written with that activity in mind.” Rarity blushed. “The important thing—” She turned around and tossed the extra pieces of clothing scattered about back into her chest. “Is that you’re on Team Bolt.”

Twilight said nothing back, just letting out a content breath. Praise Celestia, I’m normal to like this. I’m normal to do these things. I’m normal to feel this way. “So, you started reading this—”

“I started when it just came out, three weeks ago,” Rarity replied. She sat back down and surveyed the shirt upon the table. “It’s funny, isn’t it? It only took a few livid dreams by the author, or so she’s blogged, to come up with the story. It only took a few days to get her book published. It only took a few days for it take Equestria by storm. I hate to brag—” The sudden tone to Rarity’s voice and the gesturing of her hooves made it clear that she loved to brag. “But I was the first mare in all of Ponyville to read this fantastic story.”

“That’s nice,” Twilight replied. Oh, no, she’s probably going to start asking me all about it. Asking who’s my favorite colt, asking about what’s my favorite chapter, and so on. I haven’t even read the whole thing yet!

“Oh, sure, the critics hate it. They say that the idea of a bland, hardly defined protagonist being doted on by two handsome colts is pure fantasy. They blast the ‘Mary Sues’ or whatever those are. Who cares, darling! It’s for girls by girls,” Rarity rattled on. She started to go off on a little rant about mare’s literature, but she stopped. “Oh, dear, this shirt just might be too big for you.”

“No, it’s perfectly fine. I’ll take it,” Twilight said. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk to Rarity anymore, before getting sucked into something that she didn’t want to do.

“I insist that I give you a discount, then,” Rarity replied, and she walked over to the gift boxes and wrappings. “Half price, for sure. From one loyal team member to another?” She looked back and winked at Twilight.

Twilight just winked back. Well, I guess there’s probably a whole fandom out there for this book. I should spend some more time on the ponynet with my pPad looking this up. She knew that she had enough to pay Rarity in her pre-set shopping account, so Twilight just packed her saddlebag back on. Oh, blast it! Spike had the pPad last. That little twerp… where could he have put it?

“Leaving so soon?” Rarity asked, magically lifting over the wrapped up souvenir shirt. Twilight nodded. "I'll see you soon, darling."

Twilight feeling incredibly content and satisfied somehow, opened up the door. I should probably finish the book. Look stuff up online. This whole fandom of girls obsessed with which boy is best for the main character... sounds funny.

"Oh, Twilight?" Rarity called out.

"Yeah?"

"Which scene is your favorite?"

"Ugh, why did you have to ask that?" Twilight whispered, looking at the gravely road underneath her. "I, uh, don't want to choose." That answer won't work, dummy. Think of something out the parts that you actually HAVE read. "If I, uh, have to, like..." She put her head back up, seeing Rarity hanging on her every word with baited breath. "I like the eggs and hay bondage scene, with Jack Bolt." Those last eleven words sounded so peculiar coming out of her mouth.

"That's splendid," Rarity replied, leaning out of the door, "my own favorite has to be the two way bondage scene with the double-sided vibrators from Book II."

"There is a Book II? There's a sequel?" Twilight muttered under her breath. She stepped away and waved at Rarity, who smiled from cheek to cheek as she waved back. Twilight made her way back to her library. Oh, sweet Celestia, there's more books in this series? With... with... what did Rarity just say?

"Double-sided vibrators"? What on earth are those things! Twilight thought about doing a ponynet image search, but she felt scared at what could be in the results. Those words sound rather... extremely naughty. She found herself at her front door, causally sliding it open. No Spike?

"No Spike," she groaned. Sheesh, he might as well just move in with her already! Twilight spent the next several minutes hunting for her pPad, her snout poking into blankets, pillows, bookshelves, tablecloths, and everywhere else she could think of. She gave up, fetching herself a plate of cookies and milk to relax.

Twilight zoned out for a moment, feeling glad to finally have her mind totally content with Y.C.T.B. She felt the book from inside the saddlebag underneath her, but the urge to take it had vanished. Ah... I guess now is as good as time as any to go through the mail. She glanced over at a bookshelf and magically lifted the things over. The letters looked pretty unimportant, but the package piqued her curiously a little bit.

Twilight stuck out a hoof and muttered a short spell. A purple aura formed spikes along her hoof, and she slid it alongside the poofy yellow package. She tapped the end, and a big, glossy magazine stuck to a small novel fell out onto her lap. "Oh, the Canterlot's Book of the Week Club newsletter!" Twilight called out. She squealed, rubbing her hooves in anticipation. She turned to the magazine's last page, reading aloud the special message to loyal 'gold subscribers'.

"Dear readers, thanks as always for your loyal patronage. We have a special treat here from a brand new young author living in a city called Ponyville, best known for its association with the elements of harmony as well as for being the hometown of Equestria's Best Young Flyer Rainbow Dash," said the message.

Wow, Dash would probably bounce straight up into the air like a balloon if she hear herself name-checked like that! Twilight reminded herself to send this to her later. She took another sip of her ice tea, and she read on.

"This sequel to the most popular book of the month, year, and possibly the last hundred years is yours free. Thanks very much for your support. Sincerely, Jet Set," the message concluded.

This can't be... what I think it is... Twilight looked down at the attached novel's cover. She saw a single white and red tulip on a solid white background. It had a single little red shard dropping from it, almost like a drop of blood coming out. Twilight took a deep breath, and her eyes moved down to the title: Younger Colts, Tighter Bondage by E. I. Xirt. She leaned her head back, flipped to a random spot in the middle of the book, and she smacked her head against the pages. She blinked over and over again. She finally started to pick up the words, feeling emotions battling it out inside her mind. I guess I'm going to have a fun night, aren't I?

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"Bite it harder!" I screamed. Bolt's teeth stuck out and gripped against the ball gag. I gazed at every last little drop of saliva dripping down along the hard plastic. I brought up my hoof above his head. His eyes met with my whip, and he bit with all of his strength. I saw the teeth marks now seared into the plastic, and I grinned.

I positioned my body over his head. His eyes bulged, showing that delicious combination of lust and fear that I just ate from his soul. I throbbed all cross my body, desire boiling my insides. I put my whip besides my side, and I put my other front hoof onto Bolt's right ear, looking so soft and cute. It perked around to my touch.

"Guess what's going inside this ear, sugarcube?" I panted hard, cheeks turning upwards from my humongous smile.

Bolt just moaned.

"Something hard, long, and drippy?"

He moaned even louder.

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"Oh... my... Celestia..." Twilight shoved both hooves downward, and her horn lit up brightly. She immediately shot her mind into a pleasure zone that she had never felt before as she kept on reading.

Later that day, Spike eventually showed up at about eight PM. He was relieved to see Twilight show such a blase attitude, and she didn't even ask how his date went. Twilight just asked him to help her start on a late dinner for the two of them. He felt weirded out by her creepy expressions, however. She just kept gazing at his rear, especially his twitching tail. Her fur also looked so matted and a bit moist, especially between her legs.

"Is something the matter?" Spike asked, "Something wrong?"

Twilight scooched her chair closer. Her hoof wandered along the table over towards Spike's paw. "More like... something right."

To Be Continued...