Pinkie Pie materialized out of nowhere from atop the Sugarcube Corner chimney. Being Pinkie Pie, she somehow managed to disappear and immediately pop up right atop a big white banner, depicting all varieties of sugary pink treats, several feet right above the table. She raised her hooves and cheered. The crowd cheered right along with her.

"Pinkie Pie's in on it too? Is there any mare I know that's not a 'bonder'?" Twilight mumbled to herself. Her eyes hunted around the mass of horses. "This is just so... surreal."

"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."

Twilight's face drained as those annoying tones in her head returned, those sensual coltcuddler voices with their boyish tone sticking to her brain like gum to a school desk. She let out a sad sigh. Well... what now?

"Oh, the author will be here soon. I'm surprised that Derpy isn't here yet," Fluttershy said. "She just got out of the hopsital yesterday... poor thing..." Her eyes dropped a little. "She'll be so disappointed... I'll try to get a copy signed for her. Big letters, too... if the author doesn't mind too much."

"Wait, who's that?" Twilight murmured. Rainbow Dash? Dashie! She locked eyes against the blue pegasus, who walked around beside Lyra, Bon Bon, Dinky Hooves (Hey, she's far too young to be reading about coltcuddling relations!), Junebug, Colgate, and a pony with a flowing black jacket and huge hat. Is that... Roseluck? Sure enough, the flower girl seemed to sweat from the midday heat under her flimsy disguise.

Twilight's heart raced as Dash leaned up against the table for the author, the pegasus' wings oddly stuck out at full arousal. Sadly, Dash just nudged herself upwards and took a seat besides the table rather than behind it. Rats! What's your game, Dashie? You're not the author. You're her friend? His friend? You're his marefriend, maybe? She looked over at Fluttershy. She just seemed to be enjoying the moment, oblivious to the war inside Twilight's head.

This isn't good. I can't just sit here. I need to make blasted sure that my book is really and truly the only enchanted one. Twilight shifted awkwardly in place. The gigantic rabbit nudged to the side, arm moving up. "Oh, uh, thanks." Twilight didn't like the feeling of massive paws against her sides, but she ended up on the ground midst the numerous ponies.

"Oh, uh..." Fluttershy muttered, jumping up. Twilight gave a sort of hi-sign that Fluttershy apparently approved off, and the Pegasus sat back down on Steve's shoulder. Twilight glanced about in all directions, not sure what she was looking for or what she really wanted. All of a sudden, Colgate's silky blue mane rubbed up against Twilight's shoulders.

"Hey, Colgate," Twilight said, flipping around. "Can I, uh, see your book for a second?" The other mare just smiled and pulled a copy of Y.C.T.B. Book II from a saddlebag. Twilight scanned it intensely. Nothing's amiss? She flipped through it cover to cover from a splitsecond.

Twilight looked up, seeing Colgate engrossed in some jokey remarks Dash was saying to warm up the crowd, and she turned back to the book. She gawked at a white, filmy stain upon the next to last page. Feminine... uh... emissions? I guess I already knew that it's normal for mares to 'blow off some steam with the stories'. But is it enchanted, blast it? She blew a little bit of magic into the novel.

Nothing? Nothing! Colgate nudged against Twilight once again, pressed by the mass of ponies. She handed back over the book and stepped over to Bon Bon. Twilight tripped against a clump of gravel in the ground, falling on her saddlebag. Wincing, she hoped that she hadn't cracked the vials with milk of amorous clover.

Blast it, I shouldn't have even brought that! I don't want revenge or anything silly like that, no that I know, I just want answers! Still lying upon the ground, Twilight saw Bon Bon accidentally drop a Y.C.T.B. novel. She craweled two feet ahead and magically blew upon that book.

"Still nothing?" she moaned. Twilight popped up into place, a family of older orange mares standing around her in a circle. She heard the oddest kind of popping sounds shooting through the air above her, but she didn't care. Maybe just check one more.

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

"Ugh, out of... my... head," she stammered, rubbing a hoof against her cheek. She eyed Dinky Hooves across from her. She trotted over. "Hello."

"Hiya," squeaked the little filly. Twilight gushed. Dinky looked even more adorable than usual, a frilly red bow sticking above her mane and a piece of a rose going through it. She also looked as if she'd gone through the full spa treatment-- her hair totally smooth.

"May I see your book for a moment?"

Dinky stepped back, revealing her copy of the original Y.C.T.B. between her feet. Twilight ran through her little test, once again finding not a trace of magic on the novel. She gazed back at the filly, something bugging her subconsciously. That rose on Dinky. Those hooves on Dinky. They both look so familiar.

Twilight scratched her head. She imagined Dinky standing in a solid black background. Well, I... She heard the noises above her growing louder. Suddenly, the ponies began to clap. She hopped up to see.

"Introducing, Miss E. I. Xirt!" Pinkie called out. Twilight's eyes narrowed as she saw a pony coming through the doors of Sugarcube Corner. For a moment, she could just make out an elegant frilly white dress, almost like a wedding dress. Twilight's eyes ran from the shoes, shiny dark grey heels, up along the dress to the matching white gloves on the mystery author's front hooves.

"Mask... of course she's wearing a mask..." remarked Twilight, frowning. She glared at the white bridal-like veil along the author's face and the sunny, yellow-white hat atop atop the author's head. Twilight felt like slamming her head against the ground. Come on, now! At least, I guess I can talk to her. Or him. She swung her head around, looking at all of the ponies idly standing around. When I get a place in line... "Hopefully, in this century."

Pinkie rattled through a traditional Pinkie monologue about 'oh, how this is so much fun', 'oh, this author is so great', and 'everypony comes to the post-signing party okie-dokie-lokie'. Twilight tuned it all out pretty quickly. She wasn't there for fun; she was there for answers, needing them badly. She did get a kick out of a random dance that Dash did with Pinkie, scattering their bodies across the stage.

Twilight tried to make her way closer to the stage. She shimmed in between stacks of young mares, giggling like crazy for some reason or other. She eyed the corner of the stage. She finally ended up just a few feet away, standing right below the tip of the massive Sugarcube Corner advertising banner. Maybe I could just teleport up there on stage? She fantasized about appearing magically behind the author and ripping the hat and mask off. That would be so... so mean, though. What has he or she done, really?

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

"Out. Of. My. Brain. Now," Twilight hollered, wiggling around in place. She shut her eyes and pressed her hooves against her head. She abruptly made a false step, hitting something long and slippery behind her. She snapped back into attention, glaring down at the cable wrapped around her legs.

What on earth is this? She reached down to disentangle the mess. She pulled something that she shouldn't have pulled.

*Yoink!*

Twilight let out a torrent of gasps as she was pulled straight up into the air. She kicked hard, rattling off a spell. The crowd gasped from several yards below her. The cable magically popped off of her legs. She smiled for a split-second, then realizing that she stood on nothing but thin air.

"Dashhhhhhhhh--" she moaned, feeling herself turned around on her back. She reached over and grabbed the banner to her side. She heard a loud rip, and a blur smacked her in the side. Something sharp and glassy cracked against her body.

The banner curled all over her face, keeping her from seeing a thing. She felt somepony's hooves on her body and wings flapping against her shoulders for a few seconds. Dash? She suddenly heard a thud, and everything went solid white.

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Everywhere I looked, everywhere I went, and everypony I saw... I would always be reminded of Jack Bolt. I could never forget having him holding me close as I gave him my first time, cluching his side as he carried me through the air atop the Everfree Forest, slipping the ball gag into his mouth as he introduced me to the world of bondage, and everything else that I had experienced with that magnificent stallion. I lied down on my same old worn bed that night, thinking hard.

Just the way that he said my name-- "Cherrrry" with that playful snarl-- made a mark upon me. If my heart was a tree, then he would have carved C-&-J all across it. I leaned down and buried my face in the pillow. Still, though, just as soon as I had started swooning about Bolt, my mind immediately flashed with that thick, strong plot attached to Buckle Berry. Oh, Berry, I thought. You're like a rock. You're dependable.

Sex with Bolt was the best, happiest, kinkiest sex one could possibly image. Sex with Berry was making love, in the true sense of those two words. Bolt touched my body. Berry touched my soul. At the same time, Bolt would always be the one that truly made me feel the most, in that special part of my brain that needed things the most. He gave me a special kind of contentment.

I nudged my face upwards. I gazed up at the moon, knowing that I'd see a lot of it for a while with both stallions out of my life. Phobia of coltcudding has to be one of the most horrible things in the world. It literally tore my life into three pieces.

"L-luna," I said, bringing my hooves together, "I know that it's not clear if you want ponies to 'pray' to you like this. I don't know if you're listening. To be honest, I don't even know if you exist. But I'm here. I'm down, crossing my legs, looking up at your moon. Your symbol. Please, Luna, please. Help me. Guide me."

I dripped out a tear.

"Luna..."

I sniffed.

"Help me feel love."

The End

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Twilight let out a soft groan, feeling little bumps around her sides. Nothing broken, thank goodness! She felt herself on a cuddly couch that she hadn't ever felt before. She sniffed the air. It was warm, the scent of fresh bread wafting everywhere. She couldn't recognize the place, though. Is this somepony's house, or something? What by Celestia's mane happened to the book signing?

She moved a little bit, but she immediately stopped. She didn't just feel a bit hurt, she felt hot. Her insides roasted as her legs just naturally curled up against each other. She felt sweat dripping all through her mane.

Twilight put her hooves to the towel over her head. She tried to move, but her limbs didn't quite obey her. Oh, no... what on earth did I do to myself?

"Wake up... sleepyhead..." said a sudden voice from right behind her.

To Be Continued...