Twilight's Midnight Violations

a Shameless Clopfic

Chapter 11

A soft groan slipped past the filly's lips as she squirmed about atop the bed. Slowly Apple Bloom's eyes fluttered open for a moment before closing again, still slightly encrusted from where she had been crying. Gently, Applejack reached out, a wet rag draped over her hoof as she brushed it over her sister's closed eyes.

Applejack looked over her younger sister as she started to stir from her sleep. When that pegasus had come from Ponyville, bringing alarmed news about what had happened, Applejack had felt her heart stop for a few moments before her hooves went into action. She had nearly ran right into Big Macintosh as he was making his way back to the farm. Applejack had wondered where he had gotten off to, but there was no time for questions then. Together the two siblings had raced back to town, to the school house where the police were looking over Apple Bloom till her family could arrive.

The sight that had awaited them made Applejack's pulse quicken. Little Apple Bloom laying there, curled up and dirty. Applejack knew how that felt. She still lived through that every night in her dreams. Apple Bloom had awoken as they got there, the little filly not making any sense as she whimpers and mumbled. Applejack had been frozen at the sight, her hooves refusing to move as she looked at her little sister with wide eyes. In the end, it was Big Macintosh that snapped her out of it, nudging her to pull herself together. As Applejack gently lifted her sister up, settling her across Big Macintosh's back, she could smell the lingering scent of what had happened. The thick orgasmic musk clinging to her sister's coat.

It made the pregnant mare tremble, that scent bringing back more memories. She had smelled the same way that night. Apple Bloom had passed out again on the walk back to Sweet Apple Acers, leaving Applejack and Big Macintosh to walk home in silence. Applejack lagged behind, purposely staying back from her siblings. She had hoped that, keeping her distance, the scent wouldn't be so strong. But the wind had been against her. She could smell everything that had happened to her little sister. Every breath she took, it made her think about that night in the orchard. That night when Twilight had came looking for her. That night that part of her wish didn't end.

So now, here she sat, leaned over her sister's bed, whipping the dried tears from her eyes with an old, damp rag, still smelling the scent Miss Cheerilee had left all over little Apple Bloom. Trying to keep her thoughts in check, trying not to think about what it must have been like for her sister. Or what it had been like for herself. Slowly, Apple Bloom's eyes opened again, those amber orbs slowly glistening as she blinked away sleep, feeling the wetness on her eyelids.

"B... Bis Sis..." Apple Bloom's voice was soft and small, trembling slightly as she focused on her sister in the dim light of her bedroom.

"Shhhh... You just keep still now, sugar cube.." Applejack said softly, moving to stroke the wet rag against the filly's forehead. "Ya'll is safe now, a'right?"

"Miss... Miss Cheerilee?" The filly said with a soft little gasp, slowly reaching a hoof up from under the sheets to rest against her cheek. Her cheek felt wet but clean, wiped clear of the lingering remains of what had happened to her. What she and her teacher had done together.

"Now don't ya worry none about her." Applejack said, moving to stroke a hoof over her sister's mane. It was tangled and the large red bow had long since been removed, letting the messy mass of hair spill freely about Apple Bloom's pillow. "They done took her off, so she won't be bothering any of yous again."

Applejack watched as her sister's eyes started to tremble. Tears were forming in Apple Bloom's eyes, starting to roll down her freshly cleaned cheeks as her face scrunched up as whimpers and sobs started to squeak out from her trembling lips.

"W-whut's wrong? Ya'll safe now, hun. She won't be hurting ya anymore."

That just seemed to make little Apple Bloom even more upset, her tears flowing freely from her eyes as she sobbed now. Applejack was, to say the least, shocked by this. She moved close, wrapping her forelegs around her little sister, pulling Apple Bloom close against her chest. She could feel the little filly shaking, each sob and sniffle making her whole body jerk softly in the embrace.

"T-tell me what's wrong, Apple Bloom. Please.."

"Ah.. Ah want Miss Cheerilee."

That small, muffled answer made Applejack's whole body freeze up. Did her little sister just say that? After everything that had happened to her, after how horrible it must have been. Applejack's chest tightened.

"But... But, sugar cube.." Applejack swallowed hard as she tried to keep her composure. This was much too close for her comfort. She couldn't believe this was happening again, to her own sister no less! Slowly, her hoof trembling, she stroked down Apple Bloom's mane, trying to keep her resolve strong. She had to be strong, she had to do what was right. "She... She hurt ya.. Ya'll understand, don't ya?"

"Ah don't care!" Apple Bloom cried out against her sister's chest, shaking her head. "Ah want Miss Cheerilee!"

"Now... Y-Ya'll is confused, hun." Applejack could feel her voice starting to shake. She took a deep breath to try and steady herself. She couldn't let this happen to her sister too. She knew what would happen if she did. She knew, cause it made her heart ache every night as she closed her eyes to sleep. Every night she longed for what she knew she shouldn't have. "Ya'll can't mean dat."

"Ah do!" Apple Bloom pulled away, her eyes red and puffy as tears still ran down her cheeks. With a sob she jabbed her hoof at her sister's chest, still shaking as she sat up on the bed. "Ah want Miss Cheerilee! An' you want Twilight!"

"H-how..." Applejack's eyes went wide at that. She looked at her sister, full of shock that she had known. She had never told Apple Bloom just what had happened to her that night. She knew Granny Smith wouldn't tell, and her brother knew what would happen if he told. Applejack had told no pony about how she felt. About what she tried every night to forget about. About what she kept trying to deny herself. "Y-Ya'll don't know what ya say'n"

"Ah do!" Apple Bloom threw herself against her sister, wrapping her forelegs around her chest as she pressed her face against Applejack's shoulder. Applejack could feel the little filly's tears against her coat, the warm wetness soaking in as she trembled in her arms. "Ah... Ah hear ya cry'n... Y-You love Twilight... An' Ah love Miss Cheerilee..."

She just couldn't take it. This was what it took. Her little sister going through the same pain she had. The same loss she felt. Applejack could feel that resolve crumbling. She felt her own lip start to tremble as a tear slowly started to make it's way down her cheek, gently falling to soak into Apple Bloom's mane. She had tried so hard to be the strong mare every pony expected her to be. Lied to herself, told herself that she couldn't be anything else. That she had to be this way for every pony that depended on her. But now, seeing little Apple Bloom like this. Hearing those words come from her own sister's lips. She just wanted to be that scared little filly she tried to leave back in the orchard that night. She wanted to be at the mercy of the stallion that had come to her then. She just wanted to belong to Twilight.

Slowly her hoof came up, shaking as Applejack took a trembling breath. She still had to be strong, for her little sister right now. But she didn't have to lie any more. She didn't have to be what she thought every pony expected her to be. But she had to let her sister know that she wasn't alone. That what little Apple Bloom felt, she did as well. That hoof stroked over the little filly's tangled, musky-smelling mane.

"Apple Bloom... Ah.." Another deep breath. It was still difficult. Still hard for Applejack to admit it to herself. To Apple Bloom. But she had to now. She had cried herself to sleep every night because she couldn't. Now was her chance. Now she could let it all go, let herself be what she felt so dearly that she wanted to be in her heart. "Ah... Ah do.."

Apple Bloom's eyes opened slowly, blinking back tears as she turned to gaze up at her sister. Applejack's eyes were closed, tears slowly leaking past her eyelids as she held the filly close. Apple Bloom could tell her sister was sad, and yet... She almost seemed happy as well. The corners of her mouth turned up just slightly. Inside, Applejack felt happy. Felt free.

"Ah love her, Apple Bloom..." She sniffled softly, trying to keep her emotions held back, if only a little. She didn't want to break down in front of her sister, not completely. Slowly Applejack's eyes opened, gazing down at her sister. They both looked tired, worn out emotionally and physically. She could see the same feelings in Apple Bloom's eyes as she felt in herself. She was worried, scared that she had lost something that had become very dear to her. Just wanting to be told it would be alright. That she didn't have to live without what she wanted. Without the pony she loved.

Applejack let that little smile on her lips spread, looking down to the filly in her embrace tenderly. She didn't know how, she didn't know if she'd ever be able to help. But she knew she didn't want little Apple Bloom to cry herself to sleep every night. Not like she had for these past few months.

"Ah don't know how, but... But Ah'll find a way.." She sniffled a bit as she gently laid Apple Bloom back onto the bed, pulling the sheets up to cover her little sister. She smoothed the sheets out over top of Apple Bloom, letting her hooves gently sooth down the still trembling filly's sides. Applejack gently chewed at the inside of her lip as she looked to her sister. She was still so young, but she knew what she wanted. She had known what Applejack had wanted too, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself. "Ah'll git ya your Cheerilee back.."

"Ya... Ya mean it?" Apple Bloom looked up, her eyes hopeful for the first time since she had come home that night. Applejack nodded slowly, another sniffle as she kept herself from crying.

"Ah mean it."

Apple Bloom's lips curled upwards into a soft smile as her eyes slowly closed. She nuzzled down into her pillow, a little sigh escaping as she could feel the worry and fear start to leave her. She never expected her day to turn out like this. She didn't even think about love this morning. That she would go to sleep that night having fallen in love. Especially not with her teacher, not with the pony who had shown her what it was like to be a mare. To feel such strange, wonderful things. But now, as she quietly let sleep overtake her, Apple Bloom looked forward towards being in the arms of the pony she loved soon.

Applejack watched her for a few more minutes, tears still slowly dripping from her cheeks as she waited to make sure that her little sister was sound asleep. Slowly she stood and walked towards the door, giving one last look at the sleeping filly before she slipped out, quietly closing the door behind her. Her own room was just down the hall, right next to her sister's. She had been such a foal. Thinking that no pony could hear her crying in her room at night. That no pony would hear her calling out for the one thing she truly wanted. But her sister had heard her. Heard every sob, every weeping. Every time she had wished for Twilight to just come and take her away, Apple Bloom had heard it all.

As she pushed open the door to her room, the blackness greeted her. It was late, well close to bed time by her reckoning. Applejack lifted a hoof to her face, trying to rub away the tears that kept flowing before she looked for her lantern. Turning the light up, she made her way over to her bed. She stopped just as she was about to step up onto the soft mattress.

Just how was she going to get Cheerilee for her sister? The teacher was surely locked away by now. Applejack might understand just what had happened, just how her sister was feeling. But she was sure no pony else would. The police sure wouldn't. They hadn't seen a pony with simple desire and not a trace of malice in her. All they saw was a grown mare that had done something forbidden to a filly. Something that wouldn't easily be forgotten or forgiven. With a sigh, Applejack let herself slump down next to her bed, her face falling to the sheets as her hooves came up over her head.

She cried. Once again, she just let her tears flow out, the sobs no longer held back. Just like every night for the past three months, she cried. But it wasn't just for her self this time. She cried for her little sister, for Apple Bloom. To think that there was nothing she could do, nothing to stop her sister from having to live a life where she longed for what she couldn't have. Just like she was doing herself. Apple Bloom was kept from Cheerilee by the police, by the law. But she had kept herself from Twilight. She had let her responsibilities, her delusion that she had to be strong, her own stubborn pride keep her from what it was she wanted.

She cried for what seemed like hours. Letting it all out, all the pain, the fear, the regret. She let every ounce of it soak into the sheets. Slowly Applejack lifted her head from her now soaked mattress. Her eyes trembling as she looked around her bedroom. Once, this room had felt warm to her. It made her feel safe, secure that she was home. But now it felt cold, lonely. It had felt that way for three months. Three months of being the good Apple Mare. Three months of being the strong Apple Mare. Three months of lying to herself that she wasn't Twilight's mare.

She couldn't take it any longer. She couldn't stand the cold of her room any more. Applejack stamped her hoof atop the bed, pushing herself upright as she looked around. This wasn't the life she wanted, not anymore. She knew what it was she wanted now. It just took little Apple Bloom telling her to see it. To see through the lies she had put up to protect herself from what it was she really wanted. Applejack wasn't going to lie any more. Not to her friends, not to her family. And not to herself.

Her cheeks still wet with tears, Applejack pushed the door to her room open, galloping down the hallway. She didn't care if her family heard her leave. She didn't care that it was so late. All she cared about was getting to what she needed. What she longed for. All she cared about right now was getting to Ponyville.

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The cool night air whipped past her as the rooftops flew by below. Once again, Princess Luna found herself in Ponyville. At least this time it was at a far more normal hour for her. Normal for her, but not for most ponies. As she sailed above the streets, she saw very few ponies still out and about at this late hour. In a way, it made Luna rather sad. Still so few ponies would go out and enjoy the work she put into her nights. The soft glow of the moon, and the intricate designs of the stars. But even then, she could see those few who forsook their beds to enjoy the night. It comforted her to know that, even if they were so few, some ponies did appreciate her work.

In another way, Luna was glad for the lack of ponies. It would make her arrival less of a spectacle. As she drew closer to her destination, Luna flew lower to the streets, letting her wing beats lessen and her speed drop. Eventually, her hooves touched lightly against the smooth cobblestones, trotting as she lost speed till soon they bore her full weight, and her wings folded as she came to a stop.

She glanced about, seeing only a couple ponies take notice of her arrival. They smiled, bowing slightly before they went back about their business. Luna couldn't help but feel pleased. It was as if she was one of them. A friend they knew and appreciated. Just another beloved pony out to enjoy the night. If only that was the only reason she was here. With a sigh she turned her attention to the mostly darkened buildings around her. She had been spending so much time in Ponyville lately, she was starting to become familiar with everything. Perhaps, she should look into commissioning a small manor house in town. It would be nice to have a little place she could escape the formalities of the palace.

With a shake of her head, she pushed the thought aside. There were more important things to worry about now than now to spend what little time she had away from politics. With a slight ruffle of her wings, she made her way towards her destination.

The building was very unassuming. A pony would normally not find anything out of place about it. That is, till they got close enough to notice the bars in a few of the small windows. Only then would they realize that this was what passed for Ponyville's police station and jail. It was small, to be certain. But then, it never needed to be any bigger. Crime was never a problem, and there was little call for more police ponies. If anything, it was little more than a place for ponies who had a little too much to drink to sleep off their inebriation someplace safe.

Luna thought back to just what had brought her back to Ponyville. The blessing, to be certain, was the main reason she was here. But it was not what prompted her late night excursion. The scroll that had been delivered to the palace this night bore some worrisome news indeed. But most of all, it had carried the signature of Night Watch, a pony in the town's police force who had helped Luna three months ago in her efforts to stop what they had assumed was a rogue stallion. With a sigh, Luna wondered just how much she would have to now explain to the police pony, now that everything seemed to be starting over again.

With some apprehension, Luna slipped inside the police station. If anything, the interior was almost pleasant. Not as lavish or as ornate as some of the other public buildings in town. But it had a sort of simple charm to it. It Luna hadn't known better, she might have thought she had stepped into a small office building rather than a jail house. She stepped up to the small desk. As she drew near, the mare sitting behind the desk noticed just who it was that had come in. Her eyes grew wide for a moment before she bowed behind the deck.

"Please, stand. I have an urgent matter that must be attended to." Luna said with a sigh as she looked over the desk at that rather embarrassed mare.

"Y-yes, your highness.."

Luna just rolled her eyes at that. One of these days, she would have to do something to prevent all this grovelling. She knew that, as a royal alicorn, ponies were expected to show respect to her. But in the end, the princess was starting to become annoyed with it all.

"I am here to see Captain Night Watch. He has requested my assistance with a matter of public safety." Luna said. In truth, it was a bit more than just public safety that was the issue. But she wanted to keep things as quite for as long as she was able. No sense in giving the ponies of this town a reason to panic.

"C-Captain Night W-Watch isn't here, your Highness..." The police pony said, swallowing nervously. "H-He has the night off.."

"I.. I believe you must be mistaken," Luna said with a raised eyebrow. She had left shortly after the scroll had arrived in Canterlot. "If Captain Night Watch did not request my pr essence, then who-"

"I did."

Luna and the nervous police mare looked to the voice that had interrupted them. The mare's deep amethyst eyes were stern as she stepped out of one of the side offices. Or rather, the one was, the other was hidden behind the curtain of deep crimson that was her mane. It reached nearly down to her front hooves, brushed straight and off to one side. Her tail was likewise brushed straight, cropped short to hang like a fan behind her. The unicorn's police uniform was nearly lost amongst the deep navy of her coat.

"And... You are?" Luna asked, a bit annoyed that she had been misled.

"Sergeant..."

The mare's words trailed off into a mumble as her expression darkened, as if it wasn't gloomy enough already. She looked away with annoyance as Luna tilted her head, leaning in a bit closer as her ears perked.

"Come again?"

"Sergeant Bil-..."

Again her words turned into soft, annoyed mumbles. Luna took a deep breath, starting to become annoyed herself.

"Speak up!"

"It's Sergeant Billy Club!" The police mare shouted in a huff. Her eyes widening as she realized just who it was she had shouted at. She looked away again, this time out of embarrassment "You're... Highness?"

Luna's wings shot up at the sudden yelling. She blinked as she took a moment to register the sergeant's reaction. She could tell that the mare clearly took issue with her own name.

"Well, Sergeant Club. Please explain why you have forged the Captain's signature?"

That brought Billy Club's attention back from her anger at her own name and to the here and now. Again her expression turned to one of annoyance.

"Because we've got a problem here, and the Captain wouldn't listen to reason!"

"You know you're just going to get into trouble again."

Billy Club shot a withering glare at the mare behind the desk. The officer shrunk back with a whimper, her eyes nervous as she tried to look anywhere except to the sergeant. Luna, on the other hoof, considered the mare's words. Her issues with the sergeant's forgery aside for the moment, she stepped up to her. That brought Billy Club from her stare down of the other officer as her eyes rose up to look to the princess.

"Very well Sergeant. Just what sort of problem is it that you felt was worth going over your superior's head for?"

Billy Club swallowed hard for a moment. She knew what she was doing could likely cost her her job once Night Watch or the Mayor found out. Still, she knew it was important enough to risk the repercussions. But now that she was standing there, looking up at the regal, and imposing, form of the Night Princess herself, she found some of her zealous steam starting to cool and wisp away.

"This... This way... You're highness.."

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Cheerilee sighed, a long, forlorn sound as she laid curled up on the old mattress. There was little else for her to do at the moment. The little cell she found herself in smelled a bit off, like it had recently been cleaned a bit too vigorously to remove something. From the still lingering, but faint scent, the last pony to occupy this cell had spent way too much time at a bar.

But she figured she had best get used to it. For all she knew, this would be her home now. She had long since cried herself dry, her eyes puffy and red from the tears that would not stop till there was nothing left for her to cry out. The cell wasn't cold, but she couldn't help but feel chilled. Everything seemed cold at the moment. The world. Her future.

Glancing up, she looked out past the bars of the small window in her cell. It was dark, without her realizing it, the entire day had slipped away. Just like everything else, it had slipped away. Just like her life, her happiness. Her foals.

She squeezed her eyes shut as the thought passed through her mind. Cheerilee drew her hooves up tighter against her, as if she could squeeze the feeling out of herself. As if she could squeeze the pain from her chest. It wasn't just the foals she had hoped to have with little Apple Bloom that she missed. It was all of them. All her students. She'd never get to see their smiling faces. Never get to listen to them laughing and playing at recess. And all for what? One moment when she couldn't control herself. One moment where everything had gone crazy. She kept wondering how it could have happened. What had done that to her, made her loose her control. Made her that way.

With a shiver, Cheerilee slipped a hoof over her face. She wasn't crying again, she had run out of tears by now. But that didn't stop the sorrow from coming again. It didn't stop the longing. The memories of what she had done. She hated them, and she loved them. She feared they would haunt her for the rest of her life, and at the same time she hoped she never would forget them. The way it felt to pleasure herself with those little fillies. The shocked look on their faces. The look of need and worry on Apple Bloom's face as she reached for her. If only she could have awoken sooner. If only she could have found some way to escape. To run away with that little filly. With the sweet little mare she needed...

Cheerilee's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. She couldn't see who it was, her cell too far down the hall to actually see the door from where she was laying. But she didn't really care at this point. She didn't expect that anypony was coming to let her out. If anything, she expected that any pony come to see her would be there just to accuse her again. To remind her of what she had done, and of what she had lost.

Laying her head back down, Cheerilee just sighed and waited to see who it was. She had already had the meager dinner that was allowed for her, and she suspected that late night snacks were not something criminals had a right to.

"We found her earlier today, along with two foals. They were covered in..." Billy Club's nose wrinkled as she paused for a moment. She had been one of the officers on the scene today. She could still remember the smell, thick and musky. To say nothing of the way they all looked. "Fluids..."

Luna nodded softly as she walked slowly with the officer. She had her suspicions the moment she had gotten that scroll. But still, it would help if she knew exactly what had happened.

"And did you find the pony responsible there as well?"

"That's just it!" The sergeant took a breath, still trying to wrap her head around what she was about to say. "One of the foals said that she was the one that did it. We looked all over for a stallion that may have fled the scene, but came up empty hoofed."

'Of course you did. I did it all. Every wonderful, horrible, shameful moment of it.' Cheerilee thought as she heard the two ponies drawing closer to her cell. One she recognized, one of the officers that had brought her in. The other, she couldn't quite place.

"All the doors to the school house were locked from the inside, and..." Again Billy Club's nose wrinkled. Every time she thought about it, that scent came back in her mind. She just couldn't shake it for some reason. It made her shiver, and it was starting to disturb her just how much it had effected her. "And with how, er, covered the place was, we would have seen any hoof prints leaving the scene."

Luna stopped for a moment, rubbing a hoof under her chin. Everything seemed to fit what she knew about the 'blessing'. Everything except why it had gone to the school house. Why did it just pass into some random mare?

"Pray tell, Sergeant, but did you notice anything unusual about the mare you found?"

"Unusual?" Billy Club asked as she stepped up to Cheerilee's cell. The other mare was still out of sight for the moment, leaving Cheerilee to wonder just who it was. "Aside from the fact that she was crying and going on about foals? Not a thing, your highness."

That brought Cheerilee's head up from the mattress. Did she just hear that right? A moment later and her doubt was banished, as the tall, midnight alicorn stepped into view. Cheerilee's eyes were wide as she looked past the bars at Princess Luna. Why was she here? Was it off to the Canterlot dungeons with her? Right then, Cheerilee knew there was no hope left for her. She'd never be heard from again.

Luna tilted her head as she looked at the trembling pony atop that old mattress. She didn't seem that out of the ordinary. She wasn't even a unicorn, just a simple earth pony. Was the 'blessing', in a sense, flying blind? She looked to Billy Club, holding a hoof out as she gestured towards the incarcerated Cheerilee.

"Tell me Sergeant, if you have already apprehended the pony responsible, as you believe," Luna said. She watched as the officer's eyes grew serious and her jaw was set firmly, "then why did you see it necessary to all for my aid?"

"Because it doesn't make any sense!"

Billy Club blurted out, a bit more forceful than she had intended. With a sigh she closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. She couldn't fly off the handle at a time like this. Not now that she had gotten the Princess's attention. Sometimes she wonders why she had taken this job in the first place. It seemed like all the other police ponies were content to simply close cases as soon as possible. But here she was, looking at a case that didn't add up. A case she was sure was deeper than her fellow officers thought.

"I saw the scene where we found her and those two fillies..." The police pony took a deep breath, remembering how everything looked. How everything smelled. Shaking her head, she continued. "There was no way a mare could have done those things. Even if she admitted it, there had to be something more. Some other pony involved."

Luna considered this. She knew just what had happened, or at least she had a pretty good idea. The police ponies had caught the pony who had did those things, that much Luna was almost sure of. But here was the one pony that bothered to look deeper. With a little grin, she looked over Billy Club. Aside from her uniform, she didn't look the part of a police officer. Luna was willing to bet that, in every way, she was the exact opposite to Captain Night Watch. And yet, she was the one that wanted to get to the truth of the matter.

"Sergeant, I can tell you with almost total certainty that you have indeed apprehended the pony responsible for what happened."

"Um... Princess?" Billy Club looked up to Luna, an eyebrow raised. "You do realize that she's not a stallion. I don't think-"

The midnight hoof to her lips stopped the unicorn from continuing. With a small nod, Luna moved her hoof to point to the cell door.

"Sergeant, if you'd please. Unlock the cell."

"A-Alright, your highness..." Her horn glowing a deep crimson, Billy Club levitated a set of keys up from a belt wrapped around her middle. Sliding one of the old skeleton style keys into the lock, a soft clicking let every pony know that the cell was now open. To Cheerilee, it sounded like the ring of a guillotine blade.

Slowly she slipped from the mattress, her hooves trembling as she moved to sit in the middle of the cell. Her eyes watched as the barred door opened, and the Princess of the Night stepped in.

'This... This is it... She.. She's going to take me away.. Take me away, and I'll never be heard from again.. Oh please.. Please, if only.. If I could just have one more moment... I... I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry, Apple Bloom...'

Cheerilee couldn't take it anymore. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to stop herself from shaking, but it was no use. She could hear each hoof step draw closer. Each time she heard it, her heart stopped for a second, till she was afraid it wouldn't start back again. Maybe that would be better. Then she wouldn't have to go on living, knowing she'd never again get to see that smiling face. Eventually those hoof steps stopped. The Princess was standing right in front of her.

"Tell me, what is your name?"

"Ch-Cheerilee.." Her voice was little more than a squeak as she answered the princess's question.

"Well then, Misses Cheer-"

"Miss!" Cheerilee winced as she had spoken on reflex. She has had to correct that mistake so many times before. It had always bothered her that ponies always assumed she was married. Did she really look old enough for them to assume that? Not that it would matter much longer. She was sure no pony would even care were she was going. When she spoke again, her voice was barely above a whisper. "M-Miss Cheerilee, y-your highness..."

"Miss Cheerilee." Luna smirked a bit. She looked over the pony in front of her. The earth mare was still trembling. Was she afraid of the princess still? No, that wasn't it at all. Luna could tell, Cheerilee was terrified of what might happen to her. With a little sigh she continued. "You are the school teacher, are you not?"

Cheerilee just nodded, still with her eyes closed. She could feel tears starting to form, welling up from the corners of her eyes. Any moment, she expected to be whisked away, gone to some dark hole under Canterlot.

"Do you know what you did this morning?"

"I... I... " She swallowed hard, her head lowering as Cheerilee thought about that. What she had done. It was horrible and wonderful at the same time. Horrible that she had done it, that she had let herself give in to urges that couldn't have been her own. But so wonderful to feel. So wonderful to let herself go, to let herself feel the warmth, the tenderness. Even now, she wished she could feel it again. But she knew she couldn't. She knew she shouldn't. She had done something no teacher, no mare, should ever do. "I hurt them... I... I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to.."

"Miss Cheerilee," Luna watched as tears slowly rolled down the teacher's cheeks. Watched as they fell from her chin to the floor of the cell. Luna had seen another pony crying for the same reasons before. "I want you to tell me, just what it was you were thinking when you did those things."

"W-What I was thinking?" Slowly Cheerilee looked up, her trembling eyes opening to look to the princess. "I... I'm not sure... I'm not sure I even was th-thinking.."

"Please, Miss Cheerilee. This is important." Luna reached a hoof out, slipping it under Cheerilee's wet chin. "What did you feel? Just what happened?"

"I... I remember.." Cheerilee swallowed hard, taking a deep, shaking breath as she tried to steady herself. She was still shaking, her panic refusing to leave. Even as she thought back to this morning. To those strange events that had brought her life to ruin. "I.. I couldn't move. I felt hot.. I.. I passed out.. And then.."

Luna chewed at her cheek as the mare paused. Slowly she let her hoof slip back to the floor as she sat down.

"Go on."

"I woke... I woke up. And I.. " A shiver ran up Cheerilee's spine. Remembering how it had felt. How it had throbbed. How it made her feel. "I... I had a.."

"And?" Luna nodded as she listened. The mare didn't need to explain that. She already knew what had changed about the mare at that moment. But she needed to know what had changed inside.

"I... I just.. I needed.." Her legs were shaking, and her vision was swimming from the tears flooding her eyes. Cheerilee collapsed on the floor in front of Luna, sobs shaking her body as she remembered everything. How it had felt to want them. How much she needed to do those things. To feel them, to make foals with them. It was like something had taken over her mind. Taken over her desires. Cheerilee could still feel it, even now. The need hadn't left her, not completely. More than anything, she wished she could see her. Could hold that little filly against her. To feel the warmth growing in her belly. "I... I just wanted them.."

Luna shook her head slowly as she watched the mare sob there on the floor. Reaching her hoof out, gently stroking Cheerilee's mane back to calm her. This wasn't what she had wanted to do. This wasn't how Luna had intended things to turn out all those centuries ago. It seemed like, with every passing day, her mistakes grew. Now this innocent mare was suffering for what Luna had done. She leaned down, listening to Cheerilee's sobs. She had to make things right.

"Miss Cheerilee?" Luna said softly, her hoof still smoothing back the teacher's tangled mane. "Did you just want your students?"

Cheerilee shook her head slowly, sniffling as she struggled to hold back her tears, though she knew it was no use.

"N-no... I... I wanted to.." She coughed softly, feeling her chest ache from all the crying. "I w-wanted to get them p-pregnant.. Oh please, Princes.. I.. I need help.."

Slowly, Luna stood, looking down at the shaking school teacher. Cheerilee was right, she did need help. But Luna couldn't hold her responsible for all this. The Mistress of the Night turned, walking slowly to the cell's door.

"You may go now, Miss Cheerilee."

"P-Princess?!" Billy Club had watched it all silently from the hallway. She had guessed what the princess was doing, interrogating the prisoner. It mostly wasn't anything she hadn't heard already. Cheerilee had confessed to being the one responsible for what had happened, though she hadn't said why she did it. That had come as a bit of a shock to the police pony. But compared to this? "You... You cant be serious..."

"I am, Sergeant." Luna said as she stepped out of the cell, looking back to see Cheerilee's stunned expression watching her. Slowly the earth pony pushed herself up to her hooves again, taking nervous steps towards the door. Luna looked back to Billy Club. "What she did was not her fault. She had no control over her actions this morning."

Cheerilee knew, or at least felt, that the princess's words were not entirely the truth. She did feel compelled, forced into her actions. But deep inside, in her heart, she knew that she had wanted to do those things. It was as if she was just given the push to do what she had always wanted to do. That frightened Cheerilee, knowing that she wanted to do such horrible things. But at the same time, she could feel herself wanting to do them again. Not to defile more fillies, no. Just one. Just one precious little mare.

Billy Club watched as her former suspect stepped gingerly from her cell. The sergeant's eyes moved back and forth between Cheerilee and the princess. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A confessed rapist was just being let free? Pardoned by the princess, no less. In the end, it just confirmed her suspicions. This was anything but an open and shut case. There was something much more going on here. Something she needed to get to the bottom of.

"Miss Cheerilee?"

Luna's voice seemed to reach down the hall and grab a hold of Cheerilee's neck. The mare could almost feel it tightening around her. Had this just been a cruel joke? Slowly, she looked back to the princess and the police officer.

"Y-your Highness?"

"Understand that you are not to blame for your actions this morning. There was no way for you to control yourself." Luna said, her expression firm, yet tender as she held Cheerilee's gaze. "But I know what it is you are feeling. What you wish to do now. I urge you to caution. Now is not the time to compound mistakes."

The school teacher's ears drooped at that as her eyes fell to the floor. Luna was right, Cheerilee did want that. She wanted so much to run off and find that filly. Her filly. She knew that was what she wanted with her whole heart. But she knew she couldn't. Not now, at least.

"In time, perhaps. But for now, go home, and try to put this behind you."

Slowly Cheerilee nodded. She had to try to forget about this. Forget what it was she wanted. She knew there was little chance of that, but she had to try. If anything, she had to try for that little filly. She had to try so Apple Bloom could go on with her life, even if Cheerilee's was coming to an end. Eventually, the princess's words still weighing heavily upon her mind, she slipped out from the hall and through the police office.

"Princess... Are you sure that was a good idea?" Luna turned to meet the questioning gaze of Billy Club. The police pony was confused, and more than a bit upset by all this. "You just let a confessed foal molester back out into the town.."

"Miss Billy Club," Luna started, earning a slight growl from the police pony. Luna had to admit, she was starting to find it rather entertaining how the mare despised her own name,"there is something wrong here in Ponyville. Something that the police department is not prepared to handle."

As she spoke, Luna had walked out from the hallway, heading through the office with Billy Club in tow. She needed to deal with this quickly, before things spiraled out of control. It was clear to her now. The 'blessing' was running loose, just as she feared. It wasn't confined to the Stargazer bloodline any longer. Lost and confused, it was moving to random mares. All in the hopes of coming across another Stargazer. But Luna knew that was impossible. There was only one Stargazer young enough and fit enough to continue on the family line.

"Wait.. So, that's just it then?" Billy Club called after the princess as she watched Luna stepping through the front door, out onto the street. "We're just going to sit here on our hooves while something goes around and turns innocent mares into sex offenders?"

"Sergeant," Luna sighed. The less of her mistakes that were made into public record the better. She looked back to the police pony standing in the doorway, "you are not trained for this, nor are you knowledgeable enough to assist me in these matters. For now, the best thing for you to do is wait here and attempt to keep the peace."

"Oh buck that..." Billy Club said under her breath as she trotted out the police office and up to the princess's side. "You can command me to sit here like some lay-a-bout while things go to Tartarus in a hoof basket. And I can say 'forget that' and deal with things myself. Ponyville is my home, and I'm not going to sit around while things go all crazy around me."

"You do realize that this will likely cost you your job, don't you?"

The sergeant chewed at her lip as she considered that. Forging the captain's signature was likely enough to get her fired anyway. If she had been willing to risk that, she might as well go all the way now.

"Fine." Billy Club said flatly. "Police work was too cushy for me anyway."

"Well then, Miss Billy Club." Luna smirked a bit "Do try to keep up."

And with that, the Moon Goddess spread her wings. With a rush of air, she took off into the night, sailing above the streets. Billy Club was left to just stomp her hooves in frustration as she watched the princess getting further and further away. With a huff, she took off, galloping as fast as she could to keep up.

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Another flip of the page. Another dusting of particles to tickle the pony's nose, threatening to cause a sneeze all over the old book that rested in front of Twilight's snout. She sat at her reading table, a stack of books to one side of her, a slightly smaller stack to the other. And in front of her, another book rambled on.

Twilight licked at her lips slightly as her eyes scanned slowly over the page. It was a book she had read before, but it was worth going over one more time. Not just to refresh her memory, but she had hoped that she might notice something particular, now that she had a certain topic in mind. The book, like the others stacked upon the table, was about magic. She had many books on the subject, but these books were chosen for one very important reason. They were old.

Not just old, they had been written just at the turn of the pre-classical era. Back when magic was slowly changing into what it known as today. Even though these books were reprints of much older manuscripts, the texts were a record of a time when new ways of thinking, new methods of casting, were just starting to be uncovered. And Twilight hoped that they held some clue as to what was going on.

Twilight remembered back to the times the princess had spoken with her, just after she had been saved from herself. It had been a difficult time for the unicorn. In truth, it was still difficult. But one thing had stuck out, amongst her crying and Luna's attempts to comfort her. The princess had said that the curse she had suffered was old. Not just old, but 'old magic'. It had been something that Twilight had never really considered before.

She knew that magic had gone through a period of rediscovery. A time when unicorns had developed and perfected the spells and incantations that they used still to this day. But before then, it was something of a mystery to Twilight. She knew unicorns had used magic even back then. It had always been part of what separated unicorns from the other ponies. But just how they used magic, what spells they had cast, it was something Twilight now felt she needed to know.

There was precious little information from those times. It was as if the advent of the written word hadn't occurred till just before modern magic had started to form. And so, here she was, trying to piece together what little clues she could find from the oldest accounts she could get her hooves on.

"Uhhh.. Where's Spike when I need him?"

Twilight groaned as she looked up at a bookshelf. She knew just where the little dragon had gone off to. When she arrived to find the library dark and empty, she at first had panicked. It was a state of mind that Twilight had, unfortunately, started to get used to being in. But her worry had abated soon enough, finding a note waiting for her on the table.

Spike had gone to spend the night over at Fluttershy's cottage. With a sigh, Twilight's horn glowed softly. A book slowly floated from the top shelf, gently descending it's way to rest on the table in front of her. She wished the little dragon was here to help her with this, but she knew he needed to be where he was now. It was where Spike would often go when he needed to relax. When the stress of taking care of her had gotten to be too much for him to deal with, and his bedroom wasn't far enough away.

Rubbing a hoof against her forehead, Twilight quietly berated herself. Without even realizing it, she had become such a burden to the young dragon. One day, Twilight promised to herself, she would find some way to make it up to him. With a sigh, Twilight set her hoof back down, looking to the book she had just retrieved. Right now, she didn't have time to worry about how she would show Spike her appreciation for all he had done for her. Right now, there were much more pressing matters to look into.

Flipping through the pages, Twilight looked for the reference she had found. It wasn't much, but it had stood out to the astute unicorn. Old magic seemed to her to be quite dangerous. Not just cause of what it had done to her. It seemed to be just as dangerous to the caster. Mentions of soul fragments, of splintering one's self into innumerable shards. It all sounded so extreme. So painful.

To think that this was how every unicorn used their magic back then. How the princesses had casted magic. It made Twilight's skin crawl. Just what could splintering a soul do to a pony? Could casting too many spells have been fatal back then? Every bit of information she had found seemed to make one thing very clear. That magic had changed to be safer.

Not only safer, but easier as well. It seemed that, from what she could uncover, it took a great deal of effort to break a part of one's soul off to form a spell. But it seemed this great price also brought great power. There was mention of feats of magic even she would be impressed by. But that wasn't what had interested Twilight. She wasn't researching to find some way to create more powerful spells. She was looking for a way to stop them.

She kept thinking back to that crowd in front of the school today. What she had heard those two ponies talking about. It had struck a little too close to home for Twilight's comfort. She wasn't to blame for what had happened, that much was obvious. But then, what was? What else could have caused a normal, sane pony to do such things?

Twilight knew of many spells that could be misused. Spells that could be twisted to such perverted aims. But even if a unicorn had gone to so much trouble as to cast the many different spells it would have taken, Twilight couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't just any spell that had caused this. Luna had said that she had removed the curse, contained it where it would trouble no pony ever again. But then how could she explain what had happened?

Had the curse some how gotten loose? Did it somehow duplicate itself? These and a dozen other questions had formed in Twilight's mind. And despite all her talent for magic, she still had no answers. So she had looked to her books. Looked for what information she could on the old magics. And she was finding despairingly little.

With a sigh Twilight's forehead hit the table. She had been looking through books since she got home, and while she did find some information about old magic, none of it was very detailed.

"I guess it's just too old..." She said as her horn glowed, the books in front of her closing quietly. "There's just not enough information about it that's survived to today.."

Twilight was considering if it would be worth it to send a request to the Canterlot Archives when a quite knock got her attention. Her ears perking up, she looked to her front door. Again, another little knock was heard.

"Who could it be at this hour?" She wondered. She looked over to where her dress was draped over the back of the couch. It had been too warm to continue wearing it once she was home, so she had undressed. She considered putting it on again, just to be safe. She could just crack the door open, that way she could keep herself covered without having to bother with the dress. "I'm not gonna mess with it. Not just to answer the door.."

"I'm coming..." Twilight said with a sigh as she heard another knock. Her horn glowed softly as she unlatched the lock. The door opened just a bit, just enough for her to peek out and see who it was that had come knocking. "Ok, who... is... it.."

Twilight's words died away as the door swung open more than she had intended. Her eyes widened and her jaw hung slack as she looked at the pony on the other side of the door. Applejack was standing there on her doorstep. The mare looked like she was worn out, her body covered with sweat which glistened softly in the moonlight. Her mane and tail were tangled and her eyes were downcast.

"W-what.. Why.."

Twilight tried to form words. Tried to say something as she just looked at her friend. Her mare. All thought seemed to be lost to her at that moment. She couldn't believe that Applejack was here. That the one thing she desired most was standing in her doorway. Applejack slowly looked up to her, the earth pony's eyes were red and puffy from crying.

"Twilight... Ah..."

She took a step towards Twilight, but stopped, her eyes looking to the floor again as her cheeks flushed softly. Twilight took a step back, not knowing if she was going to be yelled at again. Had Applejack come here to accuse her again? To berate her for what she had done? Or was she here for another reason?

"Applejack... Why... Why are you.." Twilight started, but she never got the chance to finish. What she saw shocked her too much to speak. She saw tears, falling onto her doorstep as they dripped from Applejack's cheeks. She watched, stunned, as they continued to fall, and her mare's musky body shook softly.

"Ah... Ah'm s-sorry.."

She couldn't believe her ears. Twilight had to sit down as she watched those tears fall, and heard those words come from Applejack's lips.

"You.. You've got nothing to be sorry for, Applejack. I..." Twilight took a deep breath. She knew she would have to say this, that she would have to apologize for all she had done. But seeing Applejack like this, seeing her mare crying. "I.. I'm the one that's sorry.."

Applejack just shook her head, shutting her eyes tightly as tears were slung about. She knew this would be it. That once she did this, there would be no going back. She knew it, and still she didn't care. Everything she had been was telling her not to do it, that it was the wrong thing to do. But everything she was, everything she wanted to be, had brought her to this.

"Twilight, Ah love ya!"

Everything seemed to come to a stop for Twilight. Those tears seemed to fall in slow motion as she looked at Applejack with trembling eyes. She couldn't have just heard that, could she? She had dreamed of this moment, wished for it. But now that it was happening, Twilight could barely muster up enough control to do little more than breath and stare.

That was it. This was where her old life ended and her new one began. Applejack's heart was racing, not from running the whole way here. Not from all the crying she did. It was racing because she finally said it. Finally admitted what it was she had been wanting to say for three months now. That she didn't want to be the strong Apple Mare any longer. That she just wanted to be that quivering wreck from the orchard. That she wanted to be Twilight's mare.

"A-Applejack.. You.." Eventually, Twilight found her powers of speech returning, slowly at first. But as she started to process through her shock, she found her voice again. "You... You cant mean that.. After.. After what I did.."

"Ah don't care..." Applejack's voice was a whisper, as if she had to tell herself first before she could tell anypony else. What other ponies thought, what her family thought. That it had been wrong, it had been perverse. She just didn't care about that any more. When she spoke again, she was nearly yelling. "Ah don't care! Wh-Whut ya'll did... Ah don't care iffen it was wrong.."

Applejack squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to stop the tears that kept flowing. She didn't want to cry, not right now. But she could feel them still coming, tears of regret, of joy, of relief. They were all mixing together as they seeped from her shut eyelids. She could feel her legs shaking, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she tried to control herself, mostly from habit. She wanted this, to just break down, to be weak rather than strong. But it was still so hard, to let go and just let herself be what she felt she wanted to be.

With a groan, Applejack just let go, like a barn who's main timbers were suddenly missing. She pushed her own supports away, shoved them aside and just let herself come crashing down. Her knees buckled as she took a step into the library, and she found herself on the floor in front of Twilight. The unicorn gasped, watching her friend, her mare, collapse like that. Falling to her knees as well, she slipped her forelimbs around Applejack, pulling her close. She could feel the earth pony tremble, hear the whimpers escaping her lips. She could smell the sweaty musk drifting slowly from Applejack's coat.

That scent, it was so familiar. So warm. She had smelt that way before, out in the orchard that night. Despite her worry, despite her concern, Twilight could feel something stir in her chest, and lower. This was the scent of a mare, raw as it should be. Slowly Applejack's eyes opened, looking up at Twilight with her trembling gaze. Twilight looked into those shimmering rings of emerald. She could see it, the longing, the desire. The need to escape.

"Applejack, are... Are you alright?"

"Tw-Twilight.. Please.. Just.." Applejack reached up, her hoof slowly pawing at Twilight's chest. She could feel the soft, smooth fur against her hoof. So different from her own. "Just tell me Ah'm your's... Tell... Tell me ta be your mare.."

"I... I don't know..." Twilight gasped softly. What was Applejack saying? She could feel the mare shaking in her embrace. Applejack's eyes closed tightly, and her face was soon pressing where her hoof had been a moment before. Twilight could feel the sobs against her chest.

"Please, Twilight! Ah... Ah need ta know.. Ah need ya ta tell me..."

"Y-yes!" Twilight said with a start, blinking as she watched her friend, the mare she always thought of as strong. Thought of as never needing anypony. Right now she needed to be told. To be told who she was. What she was. "Y-you're my mare... Do you hear? You're my mare..."

Twilight could feel the sobs slowly stopping, but those whimpers continued. She could feel Applejack's breaths relax a bit, the shaking of her body lessening as, to Twilight's surprise, the farm pony started to nuzzle. Twilight could feel her cheeks start to redden at the feeling of that muzzle rubbing against her. Feeling those lips against her coat. It was like a switch had been flipped inside her friend. A switch that went from sorrow to joy. Had it really been that simple all along? Had Applejack really been just three words away from Twilight's heart this whole time?

"You're my mare..." This time, the words came easier. Slowly Twilight let her chin rest atop Applejack's head, nuzzling down at her mane. She could smell the earth on her, almost taste the fertile dust in her mare's mane. Again she felt a tremble run through Applejack's body, and a whimper sound against her chest. But this tremble, this whimper, they were in pleasure at hearing those three simple words. Those lips against her chest, Twilight could feel them slipping upwards, pressing tenderly up towards her neck. "I'll never let you go again.. Ever.."

Every time Twilight said it, said those words, Applejack knew that this was right. This was where she belonged, curled up like a filly in Twilight's embrace. In her stallion's embrace. Slowly she nuzzled her way up Twilight's chest, feeling her flanks tremble as she kissed softly. Her lips worked up towards her stallion's neck, caressing slowly as she felt Twilight stiffen slightly, then relax.

A groan slipped past Twilight's lips as she nuzzled into Applejack's mane. How she had longed to smell the sweet aroma again. So now she drunk deep of it, filling her lungs with the scent of mare. The scent of her Applejack. She could feel it, that horrible length she had been so afraid of for so long. But now Twilight couldn't care less. It was a part of her, it was what she was now. And as that scent filled her with every breath, Twilight knew this was right. This was her mare, and her mare wanted this.

Applejack pressed close, her hooves slipping to slowly caress up Twilight's sides. She was so warm, so soft. At one time delicate, but Applejack knew she was also powerful. Not just the unicorn's magic, Applejack had felt a different kind of power once before. And she dearly wanted to feel it again. She could already, feeling it pressing against her, pushing with more urgency by the moment. Slowly, as her lips gently pecked at where Twilight's neck met her chin, Applejack started to nuzzle lower. Her breath was growing hot, growing thick with desire as she drew closer to it. This was what she wanted, what she had longed for every night. What she had missed for so long.

Trembling lips, as if they could barely hold back their need, pressed to Twilight's swelling tip. The feeling, the tender contact, it brought a groan from her lips. Slowly Twilight's eyes lifted up from her mare's mane. Her cheeks turned bright crimson as she looked out onto the street. With a little glow from her horn, the library's front door suddenly closed. The loud noise making the mare in her grip jump with a little gasp, and those lips pulled back from her pulsing cocktip.

Applejack looked up to her stallion, her cheeks flushed. Twilight met her gaze, her own cheeks burning slightly in the same way. They could almost feel each other's heartbeats as the moments ticked by, slowly a nervous giggle rose between them. Neither could tell who had started first. It had put a pause to their passion, but it had also broke the tension like a dry twig. Twilight's embrace around her lover grew tighter as she pulled Applejack back from the door, pressing her body against the farm pony's musky hide.

Slowly, she lifted Applejack against her, pulling her close as her eyes closed. Applejack's eyes grew wide. It felt to her as if she was looking up into the eyes of a goddess, as if her whole world was being pulled in as those eyelids slipped shut. Her mouth opened, lips eagerly reaching till she felt the press of her stallion's. Her mistress's lips against her's as she kissed back.

This was like nothing Twilight had ever tasted, ever felt before. She had tasted Applejack, felt the warmth of her body. But this, she wasn't just taking. Applejack was giving freely, eagerly. And Twilight took everything she could, everything she could urge from her mare. Her lips caressed, pulled and suckled as the kiss deepened. Soon her tongue slipped out, running against those warm lips as it wriggled it's way into Applejack's mouth. That brought a muffled squeal from the farm pony. It was so strange, so new, and so wonderful. To feel that little muscle so warmly, so intimately as it caressed and wriggled between her lips. She suckled at it hungrily, letting her own flick and caress against it as she nearly nursed against Twilight's lips.

Eventually, Twilight pulled back, her lips parting from Applejack's as her tongue slowly slid over the earth pony's lips. Her eyes opened in time to see the long trail of spittle glistening in the dim light before it broke. Applejack's eyes were still closed, her mouth hanging open as she panted. Her cheeks were burning pink, and she trembled as she pressed close against Twilight's chest. She was waiting, panting as she awaited the command of her mistress. To hear the words that would give her direction, that would take the weight of the world off of her shoulders and let her simply do.

Twilight blushed at that, thinking about what she had now. She loved Applejack, she had known that since the first night she had embraced the wonderful mare. But now, her mare had given her everything. Literally given her entire life to Twilight. And that sent a shiver down the unicorn's sides. Slowly she reached a hoof out, slipping it under Applejack's chin to hold her softly as she leaned close. Close enough for their breaths to blow over each other's lips, inches from contact.

"Applejack..." Twilight said in a soft, lusty tone.

"Y... Yeah?" Twilight's mare said, still short of breath.

"Taste me."

And with that, Twilight's hoof slipped from Applejack's chin, stroking up over her cheek and too her mane. Gently she pressed into that tangled mane, urging her mare downwards. It took only the slightest of touched as Applejack descended, her eyes opening to slits as she gazed at what awaited her. She saw it, the monster rising from Twilight's lap. It was huge, throbbing in time to the unicorn's heartbeats. The sight of it brought a painful ache from Applejack's loins, and a trembling moan from her lips. She remembered what it had done, what it had done to her. And what it would do to her again, and that thought made the farm pony's pulse quicken.

Gingerly, as if it was a dangerous animal, she drew closer, breathing deeply. She could smell Twilight's scent, the thick, pungent aroma slowly wafting up from her length. That brought another tremble to her flanks, and Applejack could feel herself squeezing. She could feel her folds flexing, winking in eager anticipation. She wanted it. Needed it inside her. But her mistress had commanded her to taste. And Applejack could feel her mouth water as she drew closer.

With delicate, almost reverent care, her lips gently pressed against the side of that swollen tip. She caressed and kissed at the edge of that huge flare, suckling gently as the tender flesh as she slowly opened wider. Applejack worked her lips around more of Twilight's girth, though she knew she'd never be able to embrace all of it, not with these lips. So she suckled and kissed, pulling her lips back only to let the flavor bloom in her mouth. Musky and raw, powerful and pungent. A lusty groan rang out above her, and so she continued to tease at that pulsing length.

Twilight closed her eyes, leaning her head back as she held herself up with her hooves. She had known about this, heard about other ponies doing it. But she had never thought she'd ever get to experience it herself. Those lips, that tongue, it was a slow motion dance of desire playing over her needful shaft. Every touch of Applejack's lips, ever slow stroke of her tongue sent a tremble up her back, and made her hips want to buck towards that warm mare. But she held herself as still as she could. She wanted to savor this, even as she could feel pre starting to well up at her tip and drool down her length.

That warm lube never got far. As soon as it started to roll down the veiny flesh, it was captured. Suckled up hungrily by Applejack's lips. It tasted thick and salty, bitter and pungent, but she didn't care. It came from Twilight, from her stallion, and so she wanted it. She wanted everything, every drop, every taste. Slowly her lips worked upwards from the shaft of Twilight's length, suckling at every drop that rolled downwards, her tongue licking up the trails left behind till she found herself at that tip. With a deep breath, she pressed to it. Her lips wrapped around the slight dome of that pulsing tip. Like a hungry foal she nursed, tongue flicking to early tease and encourage more of that warm nectar to seep out. She swirled it around her mouth, letting her cheeks fill before swallowing it down.

Twilight could feel Applejack's breath on her, blowing from the mare's nose and down her length. The suckling was making her pulse quicken, making her hips twitch. The need, the urge, it was growing. Her mouth hung open as her breaths grew deeper. More and more of her warmth she gave for Applejack's hungry lips. For that flicking, squirming tongue. She couldn't hold back much longer, couldn't keep that beast from building inside her. With a groan she reached up, pushing Applejack's shoulders back suddenly.

The farm mare's lips pulled from that tip unwillingly, a lewd slurp as they still tried to reach for it. Twilight watched as a string of pre connected her still to her mare's pouting lips. Applejack looked up to her mistress, a whimper of need slipping out as she flicked her tongue, trying to gather up that trail of fluid before it was lost.

"N... Not yet..." Twilight panted, trying to control herself. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, her lust quickly growing into something she could never tame. But she wanted more, she wanted to feel her sweet mare around her. "You... You almost made me... cum..."

"Ah... Ah'm sorry.." Applejack whimpered, looking down at the floor between herself and her mistress. That look, it made Twilight's cheeks brighten. Applejack was her's, body and soul. The pregnant pony was worried she had done something to upset her. If she had been in a calmer state of mind, Twilight might have found it strange, even a little worrisome. But right now, it just made her feel powerful. Made her feel in control. It made her feel just how she had felt that night.

Twilight leaned in close, her cheek pressing against Applejack's as her lips brushed tenderly against her mare's ear. Applejack could feel Twilight's breath against her, feel the warmth of her blush and the gentle caress of those lips.

"Upstairs... Now..."

Those words, that command, they made the farm mare's heart jump in her chest. Almost in a fluster, Applejack's hooves scrambled against the wooden floor, lifting herself up to race for the bedroom. Twilight watched as her mare went, her eyes drinking in the shape of those retreating flanks, the sway of those wide hips. A hungry groan slipped past her lips as she made to follow. She could feel her length bobbing under her, smacking soundly against her belly with every step. It felt good, felt right. At long last, she was a stallion again.

She followed her mare into the bedroom, and up the steps to her bed. The dim light giving her little difficulty. By now, she could almost follow Applejack by scent alone. And that scent made her blood boil. Applejack was already on the bed, sitting there to await her stallion. Twilight could see the blush on her cheeks, it was so bright it was flowing down her throat. She squirmed atop the bed in eager anticipation. She was a mare in need. A mare in need of her stallion.

As Twilight crew closer, her nose lifted to drink in that warm scent, Applejack trembled softly. Her eyes looked away, shyly avoiding the gaze of her stallion.

"Tw... Twilight.. Please.. B-be gentle.."

Those words were soft, but breathy. They gave Twilight pause, despite her rampant lust. Slowly she could feel the blush on her own cheeks deepen. She had almost let herself loose all control, all restraining.

"I... I'm sorry.." She said, looking down with some embarrassment. Of course she should have known better. This wasn't like before. "I was too rough your first time..."

"N-no!" Applejack gasped, blushing brightly as she squirmed a bit. She had to admit, the first time Twilight had found her, claimed her, it was plenty rough. But she didn't mind, not after she had time to think about it. "Ah... Ah mean... Be careful... Cause.."

Twilight watched as Applejack sat back, looking away with a bit of embarrassment. Slowly her hoof slipped down her chest, trailing to rub a little circle over her belly. Through her lust-addled mind, Twilight realized what her mare had meant.

"Oh..." Twilight had to suppress a giggle from escaping. Slowly she slipped onto the bed, moving to nuzzle against Applejack's neck. "Mmm.. I'll be careful... I just want you so badly."

That brought another groan from the pregnant mare. Licking at her lips, Applejack slipped down to her hooves, lifting her tail as she nuzzled her cheek down into the pillow. With her hips raised high, she looked back at her mistress. This was how she was, how Twilight had bound her that night. Closing her eyes, she remembered how it had felt. To be at the mercy of such a powerful, demanding stallion. With a tremble, she could feel herself wink to her mistress.

And Twilight could see it clearly. That little flower, it's petals flexing, opening eagerly. It made Twilight tremble with need, but she took a breath, closing her eyes for a moment. She wanted that, needed that. But she had to be careful. She knew she wasn't just a stallion. She was a monstrous one. As much as she wanted to, as much as Applejack wanted it, she had to restrain herself. There was another pony that depended on it. A pony that meant the world to Twilight. She looked again to those tender, rounded flanks, that softly sculpted plot. And a grin slowly curled at her lips.

Applejack gasped at the feel of hooves on her rump, feeling them rub and caress at her flanks, roaming over her cutie mark as Twilight lifted herself over her. She trembled, panting as she could feel herself being covered, her tail pushed aside as her mistress's body slid against her. The feel of soft fur stroking against her own making her legs tremble. As those forelimbs slipped around her waist, she felt it. That huge tip pressing against her, nudging gently at first against her quivering mound. It brought a groan from the pregnant mare, hoping that Twilight would be careful, even while she wished the unicorn could use her like she had before.

She could feel that tip prod at her again, pushing Applejack's petals apart for a moment as she felt herself flex, oozing her warmth against Twilight's hot flare. And then it was gone. Applejack whined, squirming her hips, desperately trying to find that contact again. When it came again, her eyes widened. Twilight was no longer pressing against Applejack's aching sex. That slick, pulsing cocktip was grinding urgently against her tiny little pucker.

Twilight licked at her lips, pushing her hips up a bit more to get the angle just right. She could feel that tiny little opening. It puckered and squeezed as Applejack squirmed. Twilight pushed against it gently, feeling it cave inwards slightly against her slowly drooling flare. That was all the warning she was going to give her mare. With a hot groan, she pulled her hips back, then pushed forwards.

Applejack gasped, gritting her teeth as she felt it. Felt her tiny pucker straining inwards against her mistress's demanding tip. She pawed at the bed under her, hips squirming as she felt Twilight's length working her open, that huge flare felt massive. Even more so than she remembered. It had ruined her tender sex, but that had been made to take something like that. This was totally foreign. In all ways something never meant to be there. But it just made Applejack's heart race all the more.

Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, pressing her cheek hard against the pillow as she tried to loosen up, but Applejack could only do so much. She felt herself opening, straining little by little as that length sunk into her. It's warmth, it's girth, she could feel it filling her, pushing her tender insides as they were forced to take something never intended to be there. A pained moan forced it's way through her teeth as her back legs went stiff.

This was amazing. Painful and wonderful at the same time, and Twilight wanted more. Her forelegs slipping down to hold tighter to her squirming mare, she pushed her hips inwards, and more of her length disappeared into Applejack's passage. So tight, painfully so, but the warmth, the trembling. She loved it, after so long she was inside a mare again. Inside her mare. Even if it was something so new, so strange, Twilight loved it.

She pulled back a bit, feeling her mare's tight passage clinging to her, almost suckling at her pulsing member as she withdrew. Then Twilight thrust, her hips bucking down suddenly. A lusty groan escaped her lips as her head tilted back, Twilight could feel those tight rings of muscle around her. Squeezing, trembling, straining. Another buck of her hips and Applejack cried out.

Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her mouth hung open as a pained cry filled her throat. Her whole body shook, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt herself filling with that length. Filling with Twilight. As her cry died, she gasped for breath. The pressure inside her was unbearable, pressing against parts of her body that were never meant to be touched. She could feel Twilight inside her, sliding deeper, stroking against her most tender places. Feel every throb of that length, like a second heart beat. No, like a third heart. She could even feel it... There.

Twilight's mind was in a spin, lost in a fog of pleasure. She could feel everything inside her mare. Feel muscles spasm and tremble. Feel the rhythmic squeeze and stroke of Applejack's tight passage. She could even feel the warm swelling inside her. If anything, that made Twilight's body tremble the most. To feel it, just on the other side, separated from her throbbing length by little more than a thin passage of flesh. Her mare's full, growing womb.

That just seemed to spur Twilight on even more. Her next thrust forces a gasp from Applejack's lips. Each thrust Twilight took, Applejack could feel the pressure building. Could feel her insides tightening, trembling as her breaths grew shorter, more frantic. She could feel her mound trembling, spasming. Her juices starting to trickle down the inside of her thighs. She was getting close, the painful, throbbing sensation of her pucker being abused, her inner depths being stretched. All for her stallion's pleasure. All for her Twilight.

Twilight could feel it, feel that rush coming on. Her chest was tightening, her thrusting becoming erratic. Applejack was so tight, so warm, she knew she couldn't last much longer. Each thrust brought a pained moan from her mare, each stroke made her length throb and pulse. She could feel the blood rushing through her veins, hear it in her ears as her heart pounded. Closer with every stroke, every wonderful time she sunk into her mare's warmth. Twilight could feel her testes tightening, throbbing in anticipation of what was coming.

Applejack couldn't take any more, everything coming to a head as her hips jerked upwards, pushing herself back onto that painful, wonderful mare-cock. Her eyes squeezed so tightly she could feel tears being forced out, she came. Her lips parting in a primal cry of lust, she shook. Her petals opened, gaping for a moment before they squeezed, and her warm nectar gushed out. It coated her thighs, splattering the sheets. Again she flexed, and another flood of her warmth came forth.

Twilight felt it, splashing against her bouncing sack as her hips smacked soundly into Applejack's rump. She could feel the warm, sticky juices hanging from her, connecting her to her mare as the hot, throbbing hole she was buried in tightened suddenly. It clamped down on her, like it never wanted her to leave, and that was all it took. Her head threw back, mane whipping about as she cried out, eyes and mouth wide as she came. Her length swelled, straining that too tight passage even further. Beneath her, Applejack thrashed suddenly, jerking as that flare grew inside her, threatening to burst something deep inside before it was all washed away in a flood of white. More and more of that warm, thick seed filled her mare.

The pressure grew, rushing deeper and deeper as Applejack could do nothing but take it. Her body shaking, breaths coming in short, labored gasps, she felt her insides swelling, bloating as more and more of her stallions cum filled her. She could feel it bubbling up inside her, forced deeper with every pulse of that wondrous shaft. Her eyes grew wide as she thought it might start gushing from her mouth, but eventually it subsided. With a strained groan, she felt Twilight collapse atop her.

The strength left her limbs, and her hold around her mare's body gave out. If it had not been for Applejack's legs locked into place, Twilight would have fallen in a heap atop the bed. With a gasp, Applejack slowly lowered herself down, panting with effort as she rolled onto her side, sending Twilight to the bed with her.

She couldn't believe it. After all this time, all those night lost to despair. Longing to feel this warmth again, Twilight slipped her forelegs back around Applejack. She could feel her mare's labored panting, feel the trembling caress around her length as it slowly softened. This warmth, this closeness. As exhausting pulled Applejack off into blissful sleep, Twilight smiled. She nuzzled in close, burring her nose in that wonderful, sweaty mane, and breathed deeply.

She'd never let this go. Never let her mare go. Never let her love be taken from her again.