Author's Notes:

Written by Nillin, dood.

Ponyville never had much of a nightlife, for this Twilight was thankful as she crept along darkened store fronts away from her cozy tree library. Grateful too was she for phases of the moon, or more specifically, the one day a month where Luna took a break and there was no moon. For it was only on a night of pure black that she was certain she wouldn't be caught.

The edge of Ponyville couldn't come faster, and as the shopping district thinned out into residences Twilight began to breath faster. If there were any chance of being caught it would be here, and the anticipation was killing her. Crouched low to the ground she slunk her way through alleyways and along fences, steps growing stiffer and more stilted as she went.

Her destination growing closer, Twilight's luscious flank started to raise. A certain bit of anatomy more at home on the rougher sex could just barely be seen under her barrel, growing with need and expectation of release. As it became more pronounced, Twilight found it harder and harder to stay close to the ground. Desperation growing she began to move faster and faster, until finally breaking into a mad dash once the houses began to thin.

A short but agonizing trip down a dirt road and over a small bridge she had finally reached the edge of the Everfree Forest, and it was merely a short trot from there to a very special rock which hid a very special pool. Ever since discovering the source behind the incident with Pinkie Pie's rampaging across Ponyville, Twilight had dreamed of this chance. Before then she had only ever been able to relieve herself with a hoof and a very active and detailed imagination. Tonight though, her imagination would be made reality. Her thick pole now standing at full mast and throbbing in time with her heart, Twilight lifted the final barrier to the forbidden Mirror Pool and took her first steps down towards bliss.

Twilight lit her horn for the first time that night, both for light and to place Tom back across the hole. Though it was unlikely anyone would have followed her out into the Everfree in the middle of the night it was still better to be safe.

After setting a few wards to make sure she wouldn't be disturbed, and a timer so she would know when it was morning, Twilight stood before the mirrored surface that would grant her fondest wish. Soon, a non-stop orgy with one hundred dick-mares would be a reality! No longer would she have to dream of what it would be like to drown in a veritable lake of the liquids of life! No more would her nights be spent in endless study in search of a way to safely take out a rib so she could at last know the feeling of a hot, firm rod sliding down her gullet! At long last she could ask, and answer, a question that had plagued her for years now “What would it feel like to have multiple massive shafts plunging in and out of every orifice available?”

And all without fear of being shunned by every pony in existence! Or about Princess Celestia hearing about it and banishing her to Magic Kindergarten in a dungeon on the moon! Then Luna would hear about such a disgusting pony being on her moon and would probably banish her to a comet. She hoped it would be a comet anyway, and not an asteroid. At least then she would have some ice that she could melt if she got thirsty. And every once in a while it would hopefully travel closer to the sun so she could have some occasional warmth.

Now that she thought about it, maybe living on a comet would be okay. At least if she did get banished to a comet she wouldn't have to worry about the stares.

“Okay Twilight, you can do this! Just set those fears aside, its time to make fantasy into reality!”

Twilight stepped forward to gaze at her image in the Mirror Pool. It lived up to its name, showing her sleek muzzle, more gained through too many skipped meals than from any real effort, and eyes filled with yearning. She turned sideways to view her other assets in the reflection of the pond. Her withers had just enough give in them to be perfect for holding on to with teeth. Her flank, just wide enough for a pair of strong forearms to grip. She may not have the most shapely butt in the land, that title being owned by Celestia and the glory that was her massive, yet tight rear, but the slight jiggle made her salivate at the thought of the pounding that was soon to be.

Wiping the drool away, Twilight strode confidently into the pool and began the incantation that would begin her night of endless debauchery.

"Into her own reflection she stared,

Yearning for one whose reflection she shared,”

And solemnly sweared not to be scared

At the prospect of being doubly mared!"

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“Nothing's happening.”

Twilight was up to her knee in the cool waters of the pool, but so far no copy had emerged from its waters.

“Alright, let's try it again!” Twilight exited the pool and, turning around, she once more intoned the chant that Pinke had taught her.

"Into her own reflection she stared,

Yearning for one whose reflection she shared,”

And solemnly sweared not to be scared

At the prospect of being doubly mared!"

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Again, nothing happened.

“Once more, for Science!”

Still nothing.

“AGAIN!”

Let none say that the Scientific method was not rigorously implemented that night, with Twilight trying every possible combination she could think of that might lead to copious copies and carnal delights. But alas, nothing that she could remember of Pinkie's tale led to even a single clone.

Frustrated in more ways than one, exhausted in an entirely different way than she expected to be, Twilight re-examined the rhyme in the way the never failed her before. The Checklist!

“Item 1: Stare into my reflection. Checked! Item 2: Yearning for one whose reflection she shared. Checked! Item 3: Solemnly swearing not to be scared. Checked! Item 4: Being doubly mared. Not checked! What am I doing wrong?!” She grumbled as she paced the room. “I'm doing every step right! Why aren't I neck deep in sexy purple flank, with my own cock in every hole and eyelids plastered shut with hot, sweet foal batter by now?! Make me doubly mared you stupid pool!” She cried.

“Wait a second. Doubly... mared?” Twilight looked down between her legs at the part of her that fueled her dreams.

“You don't think...”

Ponyville awoke that morning not to the sound of birds chirping or the daily song and dance routines that had been meticulously choreographed over the course of the winter, and many foals experienced the unique flavor of soap for repeating the sound.

All in all, a pretty normal morning.