Twilight went through a few evening chores, with Spike helping along right at her side. As the moon rose up to the middle of the sky, Spike asked to stay over at Rarity's place for the night. Twilight felt like she should say 'no', worrying that Sweetie and him would bug Rarity so much that she couldn't do her fashion orders, but she seemed to have little choice other than saying 'yes'.

I owe him that after getting all creepy with him. If Rarity doesn't like it, I'll make it up to her. She made herself a snack, seeing Spike wave as he left off, and she found herself deep in thought. The smart thing might be to just work and go on as if I'd never started with those things.

"I positioned my body over his head. His eyes bulged, showing that delicicious combination of lust and fear that I just ate from his soul. I throbbed all cross my body, desire boiling my insides."

Out of my head, books! She wiggled for a moment, coming to her senses. "Well, now, what should I use on Trixie?" Twilight asked, feeling a growing determination. She walked down to her basement laboratory. Her eyes fluttered around the stacks of vials, potions, burners, fans, and all kinds of various equipment lying about haphazardly. Hmmm, it's been weeks since I cleaned around here, hasn't it? She walked into the middle of the room, tripping a little over a stack of copper wiring. I've been slacking off so much even before I started reading those blasted books.

A-ha! Twilight's eyes locked on a small 'Equestrian Nautical Society' cap sitting atop a bookshelf. Perfect! She magically lifted it down and flipped it over, smiling with her ears perking. She pulled out the two small vials hidden inside the brim, looking very smug with her ears drooping.

"Milk of amorous clover, eh," she muttered, gazing at the glowing red liquid inside. "She'll feel her mind melt, totally losing control, and hunger for a stallion's touch for hours and hours." Of course, it's also almost impossible to get unless you're Equestrian royalty, or so the Princess told me. I guess she has gallons worth of it for her private use, huh. Twilight had a sudden little pain deep inside as she leaned up against the wall. Didn't I promise myself that I was saving this, keeping this for that one special stallion that I would give my life to?

Twilight walked back to the library and shoved the vial deep into her saddlebag. These are for... for... maybe not necessarily my wedding night, but when I find... him. She plopped herself back down on her chair. I've really gotten out of it, aren't I? Is it even fair for me to spray Trixie with anything? She's broken no law.

She eyed her wrapped up shirt on the table across from her, pulling it closer. She held the 'Team Jack Bolt Girl' icon against her chest, and she let a little breath. I guess Rarity and Dash both seem normal enough, despite being huge fans of the books. I guess it just doesn't have the same affect for them? I should really look this stuff up or something.

She jumped up and looked around. Blast it, Spike, what did you do to my pPad? She suddenly felt like she had a lightbulb going off over her head. If he was looking up stuff that he didn't want me to see, he would have hid it before he could erase the memory. He would be pretty obvious about it. He'd put it someplace that I give him privacy on. "His bed, for sure." Twilight trotted up the stairs and stuck her hooves into Spike's couch.

She curled her head around as she stuck her right hoof in deeper. She touched upon something hard and plastic. Yay! The pPad on her lap, Twilight scooched backward and laid down on the couch. She clicked it on, relaxing her legs. Let's see what exactly Spike was looking at.

She scrolled through a few episodes of My Little Human: Progress is Scientific on PonyTube, grinning. Well, then, you've got a taste for silly shows for young fillies' shows? I can't really blame you, different strokes for different folks. She scratched the sides of her face. Although, I shouldn't think like that. I always did keep watching The Powderpuff Mares, even long after I had given up dolls and the like. She clicked over to the rest of the history.

PISfiction.net? That sounds interesting. Her eyes grew wide as she browsed through the fanfiction website, flicking through dozens of stories. These ponies are all adults? And they're obsessed with a kids show? She laughed a little. I guess my own literary obsession seems pretty normal by comparison. I've been freaking out too much. She found herself looking at a popular user group called 'I Wub Guygroping', with at least a two dozen contributing authors.

"Dear, sweet Celestia," Twilight muttered. Guygroping? Is that what the fans call m/m parings for My Little Human? She slid over to the browzing history, and-- sure enough-- Spike had posted a few comments. Twilight glanced at his username, and she almost died of laughter. YourSexyKnight? Really, Spike? You've even got a poorly drawn cartoon of a buff dragon with a flaming white sword as your avatar? Twilight looked at the last comment stream.

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YourSexyKnight: Tell me, honestly, who actually reads Young Colts, Tight Bondage? Calling it 'literature' is like calling Bitelback 'music'. You can see why the so-called 'author' used a pseudonym, not wanting his name on this junk.
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700-Degree-Mare: HATERS GONNA HATE

DoctorApples: Stupid boys with your stupid boyish predjuices, go back to reading Flaming Carts with Electric Guns Firing Into Boxes of Guns Scratching Their Butts Inapprorpiately by Mister Idiot... or whatever garbage you've got on your shelf

Miss_Everything_99: Sounds like somepony has testosterone poisoning!

MyNameIsReallyLyra: Did you know that Bitelback's "How You Remind Me" was #2 on the Canterlot Heatseeker's Chart for four bucking weeks in a row? :horseapples:

RainbowDash: I happen to be associated with this book, behind the scenes, and I can assure you that the the writing was taken very seriously. A pseudonym was used only because of the policies of the author's job that made making things public impossible. That's it.

Fran_the_Fran: If you don't like it, then why are you pestering people who like it? Why don't you leave them alone? Do ponies need your permission to like different things than you or what? :seriously-face:

Big_Mac's_Hat: Raises hoof

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Hmmm... Spike seems to have struck a nerve. Twilight surveyed the whole page, checking out some other threads. Fran_the_Fran has a pretty solid point. She suddenly stopped. Wait a moment... She clicked backwards.

Dash was... involved in writing this? Or... did she write it herself? What the hay? Twilight checked out the profile, and it seemed like PISfiction.net's Rainbow Dash was indeed the Rainbow Dash. She almost smashed her face upon the screen, feeling such mixed emotions. She can't have meant that. Well, Dash said: "happen to be associated with this book". So blasted vague! That could mean almost anything. Did she discover the real author? Was she an editor? Did she promote the book? What's this bunk about "the author's job" that makes her have it be a secret?

"Trixie might not have written this at all," Twilight muttered, rubbing her hoof against her cheeks. "Or, maybe, she... decided to work with Dash for some reason." Ugh! I'm basically back to square one. Who's the blasted author? How can they do a book signing and be pseudo-anonymous? Wear a costume or something? She took a deep breath, and she decided to just keep browsing PISfiction.net.

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MapleJack101: How long until Youngest Colts, Tightest Bondage come out yet?
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Big_Mac's_Hat: Because you touch yourself at night, guuuuuurrrrrllllllllll...

700DegreeMare: I don't know!1!1!1! but it's TOO bucking long, i can't WAIT anymore :wub-for-OP:

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DoctorApples: Which colt is best colt in Y.C.T.B.? :sloppy-kisses-face:
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Big_Mac's_Hat: Team. Bolt. All. The. Way.

Snake-In-The-Plot: ANYONE WHO DOESN'T SAY BUCKLE BERRY IS A LIAR

Miss_Everything_99: Jack Bolt's dad :trollface:

MapleJack101: I swear, someday I'm going to find a colt like Buckle Berry and I am sooooooo going to marry him! :squee-face:

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"This isn't helping," Twilight said, putting the device down. She rubbed her head against the pillows behind her. I don't care who wrote them, really. I just need to know if it's normal to feel this way while reading the books. "It's just that... do girls... do they... what do they do when they feel all weird inside from reading the book?"

Twilight went back through some more of Spike's history. She clicked through the official Y.C.T.B. website, which unfortunately seemed to be nothing more than excerpts spliced in with positive reviews. She picked up the little notice that tomorrow's book signing event was confirmed. "Many thanks to my friends and associates in Ponyville that made the series possible", yeah right-- whatever...

This is stupid. Since when has anypony ever learned anything from the Ponynet, anyway? To drive the point home, she slid through to find that Spike had spent two hours or so watching kitten videos. Kittens won't teach me anything! Twilight prepared to tuck the pPad back in Spike's bed, but she suddenly stopped.

"Wub... wub... owner..." said Mister Snacks Fluffington in the PonyTube video OMG! She talks!. As the calico cat curled it's soft paws around a brown mare's hoof, Twilight felt her heart melt like butter.

Okay, so there's nothing wrong with wasting time on the Ponynet. She gently nudged the pPad back into place. Okay, then... I guess I need to look this up in a textbook or something? Twilight trotted down to her library, glancing through the biology section. Okay, looking for things about adolescence. About development. About normal behaviors. What's normal.

"It was such a silly thought of mine. Boys kissing boys."

"What's normal," she moaned. Her insides screamed at her to flop open Young Colts, Tight Bondage and start reliving herself right in the middle of the floor of the library. She fought herself hard. Normal, as in... do girls seriously feel like this... like all the time? "Oh, here we go."

She pulled out a copy of Recent Notes on Physiological and Psychological Development of Mares by the Canterlot Medical Association. This has to be dry, calm, measured, and reasonable. She flipped through. Come on, come on... show me something about what mares do... behind closed doors. She sped through page after page. Maybe this? She put her hoof down.

"Survey results," Twilight read aloud, "Respondents, a total of about four thousand mares in the adolescent stage anonymously interviewed in the cities of Hoofington, Manehatten, and Canterlot, discussed their personal habits in a way that created results mostly in line with the previous 1450 survey. Some differences are most likely due to statistic variation from the sample sizes and not to cutlural shifts during the past thirty years, although research is still ongoing in that regard."

Twilight's eyes grew wide at the related graph. She traced her hoof along the colored lines. This means I'm totally normal? She felt her eyes glazing over from happiness, her smile almost cracking out of the sides of her cheeks.

"Sexual self-stimulation results: 23% of respondents had daily sessions, approximately, 12% of respondents had approximately more than one session per day, and 18% of respondents had a session approximately every two to three days," Twilight read aloud. She shut the book. Okay, okay, so four or five times a day is way the high-side, but... whatever. She clapped her hooves, jumping up in the air. "I'm normal! I'm normal! I'm noooooormal!"

Twilight shelved the book away. She looked over at the clock. Wow, I should probably be getting to bed soon. She started to head upstairs.

"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."

"Oh, no worries," Twilight said to herself, magically lifting over the Y.C.T.B. series to her side, "Spike is gone for the whole night. So, I'll have a nice, long night of me and my three gay boys." She got halfway to her room, but she froze. Wait... why on earth am I wasting my time with using just my hooves, sitting in my bed with the door locked? Spike is nowhere in sight. I can use the... laboratory. Her mind started to flash images of her equipment, being used in rather... unorthodox ways. "Just like in the, tee-hee, climax of Younger Colts, Tighter Bondage." I have the stuff to live some of that bondage scene for myself, after all.

Twilight locked the laboratory door behind her, and she laid down flat in the middle of the cold concrete. Her rear started to feel pretty sore in just a few moments. Hmmm... I've got to take care of that. She magically lifted over some blankets for underneath her.

Okay, that's nice. Her eyes tossed atop table after table of devices, finally settling on the automatic test tube mixer. The small black machine had a thick rubber stopper atop a set of wiggling arms, which made the whole thing vibrate at a pretty face rate. Well, that'd be pretty simple to just take the rubber stopper and position it... just so right. She quickly started to pant, legs rubbing together in anticipation.

How fast does that thing go? I don't think I have speed control. I just turn it on and it goes for the next thirty minutes automatically, without an off button. I'm sure it'll work fine. She looked over behind her, and her eyes locked along the thick, glowing yellow pole lined up against her wall. Oh, what on earth was I thinking? That sonic disruptor would be perfect too. "If Jack Bolt can take an hour and a half of toy stimulation right below his mouth as well as right below his tail, 'copping himself' about three times in a row, obviously I can do the same." Of course, I'll love it! Just like Bolt loved it!

Twilight leaned back, flat on the ground. She magically lifted over the equipment, and she propped upon Younger Colts, Tighter Bondage. Her mind seemed to melt a moment later, switching everything on. Twilight breathed a sigh of relief.

About half an hour later...

Twilight threw herself into the shower. She scraped against the wall. "Can't the bucking water shoot faster!" Twilight screamed. She splashed herself over and over again between her legs. She moaned, trying a moment later not to bite her lip. She flipped over, slipping and propping a bottom hoof straight up. She kicked hard against the wall, sensations far beyond the point of overwhelming her. Her mind had already almost gone.

She magically pulled over the showerhead and blasted her flanks with the warm water in point-blank range. She finally found herself calming down, with the screaming from her body silenced. Feeling in total peace, she let herself totally and completely relax.

"Boys kissing boys."

"Buck you, you stupid books!" Twilight called out. She jumped straight up and waved her hoof in the air, determined to pound Miss E. I. Xirt if she had been in the room. What in all that Celestia would call holy makes you think that ponies can do that kind of kinky bondage stuff to their bodies without going insane? She thought about, before bed, looking up natural pony stamina in that same biology textbook. She felt sure nopony could go ninety minutes without going comatose.

She then visualized the milk of amorous clover in her saddlebag, and she coughed. She smiled, rubbing her hooves with anticipation. Well, Miss E. I. Xirt, whether you're Trixie or whomever you are, I hope you can take it as much as you can dish it out.

To Be Continued...