Dusk Shine Rising ch 5

Tasty treat

If there was one thing Twilight had never had trouble doing it was focusing on something that had aroused her curiosity. The only time she found herself unable to focus clearly on a goal was when she had more than one all-consuming interest at the same time. Then things could get a bit heated as she bounced from one subject to the other in an increasingly frantic attempt to pursue both at the same time.

Very rarely did this condition result from Twilight wanting to do something academic and physical at the same time.

Unfortunately for the recent gender-shifted Twilight, this was one of those times. He very much wanted to research Pinkie Pie’s Pinkie Sense again now that Pinkie had pointed out a major flaw in his earlier attempts at it. Or so he told himself. The truth was not so purely academic. Oh, sure, Twilight was very interested in pursuing this intriguing line of thought, but he was also desperately trying to distract himself from his profound interest in researching a more physical relationship with Pinkie. His male body seemed to have a mind of its own, and right now that mind was intensely interested in getting up close and personal with Pinkie Pie.

Case in point. He had been trying to rewire his old sensor mainframe to take more inputs. Pinkie had been leaning over his shoulder asking him questions while pressing her mostly bare breasts into his naked back. He ended up shocking himself so badly his mane stood up on end. Once Twilight recovered, and coughed several clouds of smoke out of his lungs, he’d sent Pinkie Pie off to clear an area so they would have room to set up the pinkie sense experiment. Twilight had thought himself saved, until he glanced over to see how Pinkie was doing and was distracted by the sight of Pinkie bending over a pile of old electronics. Pinkie’s backside had been toward Twilight with her tail flipped high for balance. The thin strip of leather that made up the back of her outfit was buried deep in her rear and thus gave the impression that there was nothing between Twilight and stallion heaven except his own inhibitions.

Twilight found himself comparing Pinkie’s plump posterior to Applejack’s well-toned glutes, and found it did not come off as inferior. Pinkie Pie might seem soft as a marshmallow but Twilight knew there were hard firm earth pony muscles under that soft layer of baby fat. The urge to make a tactile test of that distracted him so badly a delicate vacuum tube broke in his grip when he flexed his thicker stronger fingers in reaction to Pinkie twisting her hips slightly to the side and presenting him with an even better view of what was between her legs.

Twilight sucked his injured finger tips and decided to address the object of his distraction with the goal of removing it, if only temporarily. “Pinkie Pie? Maybe you could go change? That outfit really isn’t suitable for our current activity.”

Pinkie looked over her shoulder at Twilight, and then down at her outfit. An expression of mortification crossed her face when she realized she was wearing the wrong party outfit. “Oh my gosh, Twilight. You’re right. This is my, do nasty stuff to silly stallions outfit. I need a, please do nasty stuff to me, outfit.

“Well, that’s not quite what I had in...” Twilight trailed off as Pinkie bounced out of the room. Fortunately Twilight was not holding anything delicate in his hands as he watched the bouncing bubblegum pink butt until the door closed behind it and blocked it from sight. Twilight gave a sigh of relief, and reached down into his pants to adjust himself. A motion that was becoming far too common and familiar as far as he was concerned. It was too bad that Pinkie Pie still thought he was actually going to have intercourse with her. It wasn’t that Twilight was opposed to the idea. He found it intriguing on both a physical and intellectual level. That was the problem. It would not be fair to use her like that merely to satisfy Twilight’s curiosity on the subject. Pinkie deserved a stallion who would be with her for the long haul. Somepony who was steady and reliable and capable of letting the crazy that was Pinkie Pie just wash over him, or at least one who would understand her enough to put up with having his mind blown from time to time. He was sure that once Pinkie had time to think about it his friend would understand his reasoning, if he ever got up the nerve to explain it to her.

Turning back to the scattered devices he had been working on Twilight took a deep breath, focused on what he wanted to do, other than Pinkie Pie’s pie, and got to work constructing the various devices he intended to use to experiment on Pinkie’s body and mind.

Twilight leaned back and spread his wings to their full extent to ease the strain between his shoulders and in the small of his back. He’d been at it for hours but was finally done. He looked over his accomplishment with satisfaction, that slowly turned to dismay. Now that his common sense was not fogged by an inventive delirium he realized that the design of everything he had built, while perfectly functional, had been inspired by his recent interaction with Pinkie Pie and the restoration books. Take away the electrodes and various dials and gauges and you could have been looking at a collection of bondage devices straight out of the books.

Twilight looked at the main sensor pedestal that Pinkie Pie would be attached to. It was wedge shaped with a narrow padded top. Just wide and long enough to comfortably support her torso. There were a couple of indentations at one end that would allow her breasts to hang down on either side instead of being crushed against the pad. There were cuffs at the base and in the middle at one end that would clamp around Pinkie’s spread legs at both the ankles and thighs, while a similar set on the other end would pin her arms in place. Twilight had wanted Pinkie immobilised, but comfortable, in order to minimize false/positive readings and the device certainly did that.

The fact that once secured Pinkie’s body would be at the perfect height for any stallion who choose to make use of any of her three openings was simply a coincidence and was not something Twilight had taken into consideration while laying it out. At least he was pretty sure that was the case.

Twilight flushed at the imagery that popped into his head as he noted this. He dismissed the various images of Pinkie at the mercy of several anonymous stallions with some effort. Given the rather perverted nature of his thoughts, and the design of the device he briefly considered calling the whole thing off. He dismissed the idea just as quickly.

Understanding Pinkie’s ability to detect danger a short way into the future could be an invaluable discovery that might some day save lives. Imagine if a guard on the border had the ability to detect a surprise attack before it happened. Even if it were only a matter of seconds it could be of enormous benefit. If Shining Armor had possessed the ability the evil changeling queen would never have gotten the drop on him and Cadence.

No, Twilight decided, no matter what they looked like, or what Pinkie would look like strapped to it, the devices he had cobbled together were still fully functional scientific instruments. Once Pinkie was hooked up to the various sensors Twilight would be able to threaten her bound body with various stimuli and record how her body reacted both before and after they were applied. Once he understood the magical currents and pathways that let Pinkie do what she did, he’d be able to reverse engineer them and create a spell that would gift other ponies with the same talent. He hoped. Recent experience had left him a bit unsure of his abilities.

Besides, all he had to do to negate the perversity of the devices was to make sure Pinkie was fully clothed when he strapped her down. Though it would certainly be simpler to attach the various sensors if she was nude. It was just as well for his peace of mind that he wasn’t aware of the slightly lecherous smile on his face as he had that thought.

Now all he needed was Pinkie Pie and he’d be able to start. Where was she anyway? For the first time since he started working Twilight checked the time, and felt a thrill of shock run up his spine as he realized how long it had been since Pinkie had left the lab. It had been a good three hours. This was not good. It would not have taken her this long to merely change clothing. Even if she went to Rarity to get a whole new outfit run up she’d still should have been back by now.

Twilight experienced stomach churning-dread. He hadn’t been very supportive of Pinkie’s desire to play adult games. In fact he’d done his best to make it clear he wasn’t going to do it. What if she had decided to seek out other stallions to play with? Those three she had propositioned earlier for example. Even now she might be tied up helpless while those three ravaged her, ripping her innocence away and leaving her a shell of a mare who would spend the rest of her life alone and afraid. Almost as strong as that fear was the jealous rage that flooded through Twilight’s male body at the thought of some other stallion laying claim to his mare. Close on the hooves of both those emotions was a feeling of guilt that overshadowed both. This was his fault. It wasn’t like he found the idea of playing these games with Pinkie distasteful, quite the contrary. It was just that he didn’t think those feelings were honest. They were an artifact of the Poison Joke that had been the primary vector for working the transformation spell. But it wasn’t like he was insane with lust and out of control. As best he could tell he still had full control of his actions. Just because he wasn’t sure of the source of his desires was that any excuse to reject Pinkie? Well, yes, he decided. Still, there was no denying that he’d let his own uncertainty drive Pinkie into the arms of some other stallions who might be raping her right this moment. Which was far worse than him indulging the urges that filled this body. After all, Pinkie was his friend, no matter what gender he wore. Who was he to deny her a little honest enjoyment?

“Pinkie Pie!” Twilight cried out as he dashed up his steps into the main floor of the castle, unmindful of anyone spotting him in his transformed state. He frantically began searching through every room for some sign of Pinkie. If she wasn’t in the castle Twilight had no idea of where to start looking. Visions of Pinkie restrained and abused floated through his mind, each more horrific than the one before. He cursed the restoration books with providing him with such a fertile field from which to draw such images. When at last he reached the throne room and saw the neatly folded note sitting on the seat of Pinkie’s throne, his heart jumped into his throat. Sure he was about to read a, Dear Ed, letter in which Pinkie severed all ties with him, Twilight reached out with a shaking hand to pick up the letter.

Unfolding the note Pinkie had left Twilight stared blankly at the single sentence it contained. Safe word. Sugar Free.

The part of his mind that tended to be a bit anal noted that it should have been, safe ‘words’ but the rest of his thought processes was fully taken up with the implications of the letter. For one thing Pinkie was not as naive as he had been assuming if she understood the need for safe words. More importantly, she wasn’t wandering the streets looking for stallions to rape her. So where was she?

“Hey, Nerdy, nerd, nerd. Who said you could come up out of your basement?” Pinkie’s voice said from behind Twilight.

Twilight whirled in place, not really taking note of the words Pinkie had used. Just glad she was still in the castle. His initial happy expression turned to one of befuddlement as he took in Pinkie’s get up. In its own way it was as bizarre as her previous bondage outfit. But instead of arousing Twilight’s libido, it brought forth an urge to stick his hands behind his back to prevent her from rapping his knuckles with a ruler.

Pinkie had managed to locate one of the old power suits that Rarity had run up for Twilight, before she got her wings. Twilight had only worn them on two occasions, and both times had felt like she was about to strangle. Tight as they’d been on his female form, that was nothing compared to how they fit the much more endowed Pinkie Pie.

Twilight wondered how Pinkie had managed to do up the buttons on the top, and having done it, managed to breathe. The fabric above and below each button was gaping open, revealing that there was only Pinkie underneath the dark fabric. Twilight had worn a white blouse under the suit. Twilight half expected buttons to start flying all over the throne room, that, or Pinkie to collapse from lack of air. That might explain the constipated expression on Pinkie’s face as she glared at Twilight. Or it might have simply been because Pinkie had drawn her mane back into such a tight bun that it had pulled the skin of her face into that expression. Twilight had to admit that Pinkie was doing a pretty good job of channeling Miss Harshwhinny. Except for the novelty glasses with the thick bushy eyebrows and the over-sized nose. He felt a sudden rush of affection for his friend. When all was said and done Pinkie just had to be Pinkie.

“I sure hope you’re not thinking you can come to the party. Nerds and bookworms are not invited,” Pinkie said in a scathing manner, but then an expression of worry crossed her face and she looked intently at Twilight.

Twilight had a sudden epiphany. The safe word was not for Pinkie. It was for him. Pinkie was afraid he might take her words seriously. Which if he hadn’t had prior warning would have been a real possibility he had to admit. How like Pinkie, to be more worried about him than herself. More than anything in the world at that moment he wished he could give Pinkie what she wanted, but with the best intent in the world there was simply no way he could play the part Pinkie was hoping he would. Just as Pinkie had to be Pinkie, he had to be himself. As he thought this, a sudden thought occurred to him. Maybe he couldn’t pretend to be one of those rapists from the restoration books, but he could be himself. Which meant he could give Pinkie a variation of what she was hoping for, if he had the nerve to do so. Looking at his friend’s hopeful expression he vowed he would dig deep for the courage he was going to need.

“We don’t have time for this Pinkie Pie,” Twilight said in a stern voice. He quailed a bit at the disappointed look on Pinkie’s face. This was going to be the hard part, for him. “Get out of that silly get-up. Science is serious business,” he said even as his magic reached out and popped the over stressed buttons off the front of Pinkie’s suit. The front flew open and her ample breasts popped out. The bounteous boobs wobbled wildly in the open air before settling down. Before the surprised Pinkie could react to having her top torn open Twilight pulled her skirt down as well, leaving the expensive fabric pooled around her ankles and Pinkie nude from the waist down. Twilight marched past Pinkie on his way to the lab. “Hurry up Pinkie Pie. We don’t have time to dilly dally. You can leave those clothes here. I need you nude to hook up all the sensors.”

Twilight’s heart was in his throat and his ears twisted around to listen behind him. He sighed in relief when he heard Pinkie’s distinctive laugh and the sound of her hooves clattering on the crystal floor as she trotted to catch up with him, along with the slight swish in the air as she tossed her top away. Imagining Pinkie bouncing along behind him, totally nude, and thinking about what he might be doing in a minute had Twilight as hard as a post.

Back in the lab, Twilight finally turned to face Pinkie. He kept his face as blank as possible, but could not disguise the sheen of sweat on his forehead as he swallowed nervously. The restoration books were generic to the extreme, if he was going to follow their formula this was where it had to begin. He couldn’t bring himself to use the sort of language they did in the books, so in that regard he had to improvise. But there was no way to duck the most fundamental aspects of the books. The sex. And the very first thing that the stallions in those books did when they gained power over a mare, or mares, was forced oral.

“Pinkie Pie. I need to restore my baseline mental status in order to give my full attention to the tests. Please get on your knees and suck my,” Twilight paused and swallowed again before resuming, “cock.” Blushing furiously he hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed his bottoms down far enough to allow his erection to spring loose.

Twilight averted his eyes from Pinkie, unable to look her straight in the face, but from the side he saw Pinkie’s face light up with glee for just a moment, but instead of doing as Twilight had asked, she started to back away from him while putting on her scared face. She did such a good job of it that if Twilight had not seen that initial expression before, and the way Pinkie acted on Nightmare Night while wearing it, he would have stopped the whole thing right there. As it was he still felt a slight lurch of uncertainty as Pinkie said, “I can’t do that, Twilight. Good ponies don’t do that sort of thing.”

Twilight sighed in exasperation, or hoped that was what it sounded like. “Pinkie you’re being silly again.” His magic reached out and pulled Pinkie toward him. Once she was close enough he placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed downward. Pinkie resisted slightly before dropping to her knees in front of Twilight. While Pinkie screwed her face up in a yuck expression as she found herself face to face with Twilight’s drooling penis she couldn’t hide the gleam of anticipation in her eyes. Of the two of them Twilight was pretty sure the only one who was really scared at the moment was himself.

Twilight closed his eyes and took a deep breath. You can do this, Twilight, he told himself. Just pretend you’re in a play like on Hearthswarming eve. “Pinkie, stop playing around. I don’t have time to waste on games. I have serious research to do. Open up your mouth and take my erection . . . I mean, my cock, into it.”

Pinkie pursed her lips up and shook her head from side to side. “Don’t wanna,” she said. “Won’t. Not even if you spank me.”

Twilight felt both annoyance and relief at the clear suggestion in Pinkie’s voice. She was taking control of the situation. Twilight was supposed to be the one in charge. Still, he had been feeling very uncertain about the whole oral sex thing, so putting it off, while cowardly, was also welcome. Frankly giving Pinkie’s bottom a few token swats was a lot less daunting than looking down at her slipping his male member into her mouth.

Adopting what he thought was a suitable expression, which was very similar to the one he wore when dealing with the Cutie Mark Crusaders, Twilight said, “You don’t think I won’t spank you? You’re acting like a spoiled filly. And spoiled fillies get their bottoms switched. This is your last chance. Suck my cock, or I’ll blister your bottom.” Okay, now to give her a couple of light pats on her bottom, Twilight thought as he looked around for the most suitable chair to sit in while he gave Pinkie her ‘spanking’. A sudden wet warmth around his new body part sent a thrill of shock through him as he looked down to find that Pinkie had surrendered to temptation and had her muzzle wrapped around his new penis.

Twilight had been walking the edge of arousal ever since he’d woken this morning. The sudden shock of seeing Pinkie sucking on his cock, and feeling Pinkie’s tongue frantically licking the flair at the end of his erection was all it took to finally push him over the edge.

Twilight had thought the tight tension in his belly had been the default setting for a male. Now as it unwound in a sudden rush he knew different. He gasped and closed his eyes as a sensation of total release filled his body. He’d never felt anything like it before. It made the stress relieving release of the few orgasms she’d experienced as a female seem like child’s play. This. Was. Wonderful! The feeling of his male organ pulsing and releasing seemed to go on forever and Twilight was unable to do anything but go along on the ride. If Princess Celestia had suddenly walked into the room wanting Twilight for something she would have had to take a number and wait because nothing came before this.

And along with the intense release and pressure came a sudden epiphany. He didn’t want to give this up! He wanted to feel like this again. Damnit, being a stallion rocked! Who knew?

Twilight’s sense of elation lasted until he looked down and realized that he’d grabbed hold of Pinkie’s head and yanked it forward so nearly half of his penis was in her mouth. The pink mare’s face was twisted up from strain and her cheeks were puffed out from the amount of ejaculate he was shooting into her oral cavity. As he watched, frozen in place, she coughed and sprayed some of his sperm out of her nose.

Pinkie Pie had barely worked up the nerve to wrap her muzzle around Twilight’s thingy. No, his dick, his cock, his mare tamer, all the things they called it in the books, when it exploded like an overstuffed cream-filled doughnut and filled her mouth with a strange tasting salty flood of thick warm liquid. She started to pull back in shock, afraid that she’d done something wrong and broken Twilight, when his hand tangled in her mane and pulled her toward him, pushing his dick deep into her mouth even as it continued spewing jet after jet of the salty goodness that was stallion gunk. Her lips were stretched wide from his girth and her mouth flooded with his jism. And the sounds Twilight was making were not those of a stallion in pain. Clearly Twilight was not suffering.

Relieved of any fear that she’d done Twilight an injury, Pinkie was free to fall fully into the scary fantasy that she was just a poor mare in the hands of a cruel and powerful stallion. His motivation didn’t matter to her fantasy. Only that he was dangerous and cruel, while being neither of those things, not really. Pinkie trusted Twilight with her life, just as she had Princess Luna on Nightmare Night, so it was easy to allow him such access to her body and then to indulge imagining all the awful terrible things he would do to it despite her best efforts to flee or avoid him.

Right now however Pinkie had to cope with a full mouth of stallion jism with more pulsing out of the end of Twilight’s dick every second. She swallowed frantically, and then coughed around his shaft when some of it went down the wrong way causing it to spray out her nose. She sputtered and coughed and swallowed barely having time to take notice of the taste and texture. It didn’t taste like anything she’d ever tasted before, and it certainly wasn’t loaded with sugar. It definitely wasn’t a triple dipped chocolate swirl extra thick Lickety Split milkshake, but despite that Pinkie thought it was something she wouldn’t mind in the least sampling on a regular basis.

“Oh, no, Pinkie. I’m so sorry,” Twilight cried out above her. He pulled back, dragging the thick shaft of his cock out of her mouth. A last few shots of his spunk sprayed across her muzzle as the thick flange popped out of her mouth. Pinkie coughed up a thick wad of the stuff that had gone down the wrong way and it drooled out the corner of her muzzle and down her cheeks. Regretting the loss of so much tasty goodness she used her tongue to try and scoop as much of it as possible back into her mouth where she could savor the taste.

Pinkie’s efforts to get the maximum amount of Twilight’s seed into her belly was frustrated when Twilight dropped to his knees beside her and began to clean off her face with a piece of cloth that proved to be his pants. Pinkie barely restrained a feral growl at having her snack snatched away.

“I’m so, so, so, sorry, Pinkie Pie,” Twilight babbled, his deeper masculine voice lending a surreal feel to the apology Pinkie had heard many times before.

“Why?” Pinkie asked. “I don’t mind that you didn’t spank me first. It was still wonderful. So tasty. Want to taste?” Pinkie tilted her head back and opened her mouth while sticking out a tongue coated with a thick layer of Twilight’s spunk.

“Ah, no, that’s fine. You can have it all to yourself,” Twilight quickly assured her as he reared back from her offer.

“Suit yourself. More for me,” Pinkie said, as she cheerfully accepted Twilight’s refusal.

A few moments later Pinkie gave one final swallow and heaved a happy sigh and looked up at Twilight expectantly.

Twilight was looking down on her, a strange expression on his face as he asked, “You really enjoyed that? You’re not just saying it to make me feel better?”

“Don’t be silly. You taste great. I want to taste you lots and lots and...” Pinkie trailed off, suddenly looking a bit shy, a very strange expression on her. “I’d sort of like it if you’d put your thing... your cock, in my woohoo. I mean my cunt.”

A gleam of interest appeared in Twilight’s eyes, and Pinkie noticed that his posture and general demeanor underwent a significant shift. Ever since Pinkie had discovered that Twilight was now a stallion she had noticed how uncomfortable he was in his new body. That didn’t seem to be the case at the moment. He seemed a lot more comfortable in his skin as he looked down at her with a predatory expression. Or at least that was how Pinkie choose to interpret it as she gave a shiver of delight.

To Pinkie’s disappointment, Twilight gave his head a shake, and said, “No. I don’t think so. I really want to use the new testing methodology to see if I can detect how your Pinkie sense works. If we get too caught up in carnal activities we might never get to it.”

Pinkie would have tried to convince Twilight to reconsider, except just then her Pinkie sense kicked in, with a body twitch she had never felt before. Deep inside her woohoo her inner parts were twitching like crazy. It wasn’t anything she had ever felt before, but she was willing to bet that it meant that sometime in the near future her delicate little mare parts were going to be brutally assaulted by a big, fat, long, stallion cock.

She could hardly wait.