Twilight's Midnight Violations

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Chapter 2

Her body felt stiff, there was nothing strange about that. But she felt as if she had been working out the entire night. Slowly, Twilight stretched her legs out under the covers as she laid there in bed. For a while, she wondered if she could just avoid getting up today. A glance over at the clock told her she couldn't.

She had slept through the entire night once she had gotten home, and through most of the morning. But still, she felt as if she hadn't gotten one bit of rest. After a moment's thought, she knew why. Her dreams had kept her from getting any real rest. All night they had been strange and down right disturbing. If Twilight had thought they meant anything, she would be worried. But she had never put much stock in dreams. Sure, they were often nice, and sometimes they could tell a pony more about herself. But she never really believed that dreams held any sort of hidden meanings. And considering what little she could remember of her past night's dreams, she didn't see how any of them could have much to do with herself during the waking hours.

With a resigned sigh, she slowly pushed herself up off of bed. As her hooves touched the floor, and her sore joints protested, she gave a long groan. She really felt like she had worn herself out during the night. Trying to shake the feeling of fatigue from her head, she made her way over to her vanity. As her now mismatched eyes greeted her, she took in the look of her tangled and messed mane.

"Geeze... What a night..." She said under her breath as she started to brush out the tangles from her mane. She thought about what it would take to get herself into such a state, thankful that Spike had decided to sleep in his new room last night. If he had been in here, she would of likely kept him up all night.

As she finished straightening out her mane, a sound brought her attention downstairs. Stepping out of her bedroom, the sight of a fairly clean library welcomed her. Spike was already busy getting things in order, a feather duster in his claws as he went about dusting off a line of bookshelves.

"Since when did you ever want to get to work so early?"

Spike nearly dropped the duster as he jumped at hearing the voice. With a sheepish look he turned around, smiling to the still tired-looking unicorn.

"Um... I just thought I'd take care of it for you... You know, so you wont have to wear yourself out today." The little dragon said, fidgeting a bit with the duster he now held behind his back. Twilight smirked a bit as she watched him, but she was too tired to press her little assistant further.

"So, um, did you have a good night's sleep?" Spike asked. Twilight sighed, hanging her head.

"No, not really... I kept having these weird dreams. I don't think I got any rest." She said, starting to make her way over towards the basement door. Just as she got within a few feet of it, the little dragon was placing himself between her and the door.

"Wait! The doctor said you shouldn't strain yourself!"

"Spike! I'm fine, and I know the basement is a mess. I just cant leave it like that! I've got to clean it up."

"But... But Rarity and Applejack said they'd do it!" Twilight just rolled her eyes at that.

"I know, but I shouldn't have to bother-" A knock at the front door cut her off. Both the unicorn and dragon looked back to the door.

"Hey, that's probably them now! W-why don't you go and see?" Spike offered, smiling in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. Twilight sighed, she just didn't have the energy to argue any further. If the rest of her day was going to be like this, she'd be lucky to make it into her bedroom before collapsing from exhaustion by nightfall.

Now as the front door, Twilight had barely gotten it open before both Rarity and Applejack quickly made their way inside.

"Twilight! Have you heard?" Rarity asked, sounding a bit more than flustered. With a magical glow, the front door closed as Twilight looked back to her two friends.

"Heard what?"

"Somepony was... Was attacked last night!" Rarity gasped, looking as if she might faint from just saying it. Twilight just froze up at hearing it.

"A-Attacked? Here in Ponyville?" Her friends could just nod in answer. It took a moment for that to sink into Twilight's head. This wasn't the Everfree Forest. Ponyville was supposed to be a safe place for ponies. "Who was it? Are they alright?"

"It was a mare named Candlestick." Rarity had managed to get a hold of herself well enough to answer.

"I... I don't think I know her." Twilight said after a moment, trying to put a face to the name.

"Ya know, she werks in the Mayor's office. The one that werks nights." Applejack said, reaching over to place a comforting hoof on Rarity's shoulder.

"She... She's not hurt, is she?" Twilight suddenly became very worried. She had never met the mare, but the thought that it wasn't safe to walk the streets at night made her feel very nervous.

"Nah." Applejack shook her head. "Least not physical like..." The orange farm pony just hung her head, eyes intent on the floor in front of her "She was... Was..."

"Raped! Oh sweet Celestia, somepony raped her, Twilight!" Rarity almost cried out, putting her forelegs around Applejack's shoulders.

"R-Raped?" Twilight felt her knees go weak as she heard that, her rump hitting the floor as the thought sunk in. Somepony had gone out last night and forced himself onto a mare. The stunned librarian tried to think, to remember back. But try as she might, she couldn't remember ever hearing about such a thing happening before. At least not in any recent history. There were some old history books that had talked about things some ponies did long ago, before Princesses came and brought order to Equestria. But those times were far in the distant past. To think that a pony could still do such things.

"What sort of stallion would do that to a mare?" Rarity almost looked faint as she said that, holding onto Applejack for support.

"I'll tell you, I almost didn't feel safe walking here all by my lonesome." Applejack said as she strokes her hoof down Rarity's mane, trying to sooth her troubled friend.

"I... I'm sure the police have caught whoever did such a horrible thing, haven't they?" Twilight asked, trying to sound hopeful. It was short lived as Applejack just shook her head.

"Nope. From what I hear, they ain't seen hide nor hair of the varmint what did this." Rarity had managed to get a hold of herself, letting her forelegs slip from around Applejack's shoulders. Applejack tried to give her a reassuring smile, though it was clearly forced.

"Still, we're here now. Safe with friends." Rarity said as she smiled back to Applejack before turning to Twilight. The three friends looked at each other as they slowly waited for the weight in the air to lift.

Twilight sat quietly in thought. This was the last news she had ever expected to hear, that something so shocking could of taken place in her home town. Sure, it wasn't uncommon for monsters to show up, or other crazy events to happen. But those were always external dangers, and no pony ever got hurt. But this, some pony attacking another. Violating another pony. It was almost like a bad dream.

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It had taken the three friends nearly all day to clean the basement, even with the help of Spike. Talk of recent events kept work to a slow pace, though the shock had, eventually, worn off. For most of the day, everyone went about cleaning in a somber mood, with very little conversation. But as time went on, the company of friends eventually conspired to bring everyone out of the gloom, and by the time lunch had came around, everyone was talking pleasantly. Of course, conversations tried to avoid bringing up the unpleasantness of the morning's events. But still, there was always a cold undercurrent to everything they talked about.

By the time they had finished with the cleaning, the sun had already set behind the mountains, and Ponyville was bathed in the fading orange glow of the afternoon. One by one, street lamps started to come on all over Ponyville, making up for the fading light now that night was just starting. The three friends stepped out the library's front door, their work for the day finished, and their conversations starting to fade just like the sun's light.

"An' he still thinks that twas his pie in the middle of the pond!" Applejack said back over her shoulder as she stepped out onto the doorstep of the library. Behind her, Rarity and Twilight were both laughing merrily as they walked side by side.

"Geeze, who knew Big Mac could be so dense at times?" Twilight smiled as Rarity stepped over to stand next to Applejack, the three of them standing in the light cast from the open doorway.

"Heh, I did, that's who!" The farm pony said proudly. She let the grin on her face continue as she looked about, taking in the dim light of the street lamps. "Well, it's 'bout time we're gettin home. Dun wanna be out too late, ya know?"

"Indeed. I should be getting home as well. Sweetie Belle can get into the most dreadful of messes when she's left alone this long. Especially now."

"Hehe, is that so? How is Sweetie Belle anyway?" Twilight asked, not wanting to let the pleasant conversation end just yet. After the day she had yesterday, and the news from this morning, she was enjoying the time spent with her friends.

"Oh, all thing's considered, she's not too bad. She is, well, at 'that' age now..." Rarity explained, letting the suggestion sink in.

"Really?" Twilight replied, she couldn't help but let a slight blush tinge her cheeks.

"Wut age?" Applejack asked, a look of confusion on her face as she turned to Rarity.

"You know... The age every filly gets to, eventually..." It took a moment for Rarity's explanation to click with the farm pony. As realization dawned on her, Applejack's lips pulled into an 'oh' shape, a small blush likewise coming to her cheeks.

"Heh, well, I'll let you two get home. I'm sure you both don't want to be stuck out all night on account of me." Twilight smiled, watching Applejack try to shake the blush off of her cheeks.

"Nonsense, deary. All things considered, today has been a delight." Rarity smiled, wrapping her forelegs around Twilight's neck in a gentle hug. "But you are correct, we should be going. Take care of yourself, alright?"

"See ya tomorrow, Twi!" Applejack said back over her shoulder as her and Rarity started down the street together, heading back to their respective homes. Twilight watched them go, waving as they headed off. The day had been a lot of work, but it had been worth it to have the company of two of her closest friends. But now, she was looking forward to a well-deserved night of sleep.

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Sleep didn't come easy for Twilight that night. When it did, it brought with it more dreams. Dreams filled with disturbing images. Of a mare bound and restrained, her head covered in a bag as things were done to her. The scene played out in Twilight's mind, the way the mare twisted and struggled, trying to cry out but unable to as her mouth was tightly gagged with a length of rope. Now she bucked and trembled as it happened. As she was penetrated. As Twilight felt herself penetrate the mare.

As her mind struggled with the lurid images, her body thrashed on her bed. Sheets tossed aside as her legs kicked and her hips bucked. Her coat shone as a layer of sweat started to form all over her body. She was burning up even in the cool night air as her body struggled to hold on to itself, to resist the changes that were being forced upon it. Eventually her dreams and her body became one, a long, low groan escaping from her throat as her eyes fluttered open.

A slight glow emanated from her one pure blue eye for a moment, slowly fading as her breathing settled and the flush of heat left her body. To Twilight, everything seemed as if through a haze, as if her dreams had suddenly switched location. Slowly, she pulled herself up from her bed, feeling the new weight between her hind legs. It jostled and shifted slightly, full and waiting for use. The sensation sent a little tremble up her back, the feeling alien, yet delightful.

'Wha... What's happening? This is my room but... It's still night. I shouldn't be up yet.'

Somehow, some way, Twilight's conscious mind had found itself along for the ride. Seeing and feeling as she stepped off of her bed, the feel of the hard wooden floor under her hooves, and the cool night air as she quietly magiced the window open.

'What am I doing? Wait... This has to be a dream but... Everything feels so vivid! Ok, so now I'm out on the balcony. Why am I... Whoa, Whoa, WHOA!'

Twilight's consciousness cried out as she found herself leaping down from her window, bounding off branches before she found herself on the street below. She saw the soft glow of the street lamps about her, the dimly lit streets stretching out before her. Somehow, it all seemed disturbingly familiar. She, of course, knew these streets. She had walked down them countless times before by both day and night. But right now, this situation, the way these streets looked and felt. She had been in this situation before. Could it have been from another dream?

She had little time to reflect on that notion, finding herself walking down those streets, slipping in and out of the light of the street lamps as if her body was on auto-pilot. Every step she took, she could feel that weight, nestled back between her legs. It rocked and jostled, her thighs rubbing against it softly with each stride. If she could have controlled her body, she would have bitten her lip to suppress a groan. The sensation was so strange, something bouncing under her, heavy and held tightly against her while something else, two somethings, hung and swayed two and fro.

'Geeze... That's... That's new.. What is it? Oh, Celestia, I know this is just a dream, but that feels so weird!'

Twilight watches as Ponyville passed her by, as she quietly walked down empty streets. She remembered reading about dreams once, about how a pony could, with practice, influence their dreams. But try as she might, nothing she did seemed to effect her slow, steady walk through town. She couldn't turn her head, effect where she placed a hoof. Not even the expression on her face was under her control. She could do nothing but watch helplessly as her body took her on a tour of Ponyville by night.

It seemed as if her dream was nothing more than endless streets. That is, till she saw her. Another pony, walking the lonely streets at night. Her blue coat blended into the gloom, making her hard to spot at first, but with the help of the street lamps, Twilight could easily make out the lone unicorn mare making her way through town.

'Finally! Even if this is just a dream, it was starting to get lonely. Maybe they can... Wait, what am I doing?'

Twilight could feel her lips pulling up into a grin as she slipped into a dark alley, breaking into a brisk trot as she ducked behind the buildings. Just what was she doing? Twilight could feel the familiar sensation of magic starting to gather around her horn. Even in her dream it felt powerful, as if the world was now at her command. It was a feeling she had grown used to, the powers of magic taking a good deal of self control to use properly. Only now, she didn't even have control of herself. She watched as she turned down the alley, heading towards an outlet back onto the street. Was she trying to get ahead of that mare?

Finally she came to a stop, just standing barely out of the light of the lamps that reached into the alley. As she started to wonder just what was going on, she watched as her magic flared to life, two shapes starting to take form in front of her. A black sack and a coiled length of rope.

'Why... Why would I need those? What's going on here? What am I... No... Oh, no! Please, no!'

She could still feel that grin across her face as the blue mare stepped in front of the alley way. Her lips pulling the grin even wider as that sack flung itself out, the rope following close behind. Twilight's mind screamed, trying to warn the mare, but nothing she did seemed to matter. Powerless, she watched as the mare's head was enveloped in that sack, rope wrapping around it to press the dark cloth tightly into her mare's mouth, cutting off a cry for help.

Mentally Twilight beat against any restraints she could imagine, trying desperately to stop this, to keep things from going any further. But all she was rewarded with was the sight of the mare being pulled into the alley, more rope lashing her front hooves together tightly. She could hear the panicked whimpers and cries barely able to escape the sack as the mare was pulled to a nearby fire escape. The ropes extending, tying the struggling mare in place, her head held down low, front legs tucked up under her as ropes were magically tied around her back hooves. Twilight could feel her heart starting to race as she watched those ropes pulling the mare's legs apart, spreading them further and further till they were tied off, leaving her unable to close her legs, or indeed move them.

This couldn't be happening, even in her dreams. The whole idea was just too much for Twilight to comprehend. Her eyes never left the bound mare, they roamed over her body, drinking in every detail, forcing Twilight to explore her new captive. The mare's long legs, heaving sides. Her full, round rump displayed lewdly in front of her. Even the gentle swells of the poor mare's pony breasts were on display, exposed fully by her uncomfortable position. Twilight's eyes seemed glued to those, her gaze drawing closer by the moment as her heart beat faster and faster.

The scent of the bound mare hit her now, Twilight's senses flooded with the warm smell. She had never thought about the scent of a mare before, it had always seemed so normal to her. Something she lived with every day. But now, something was different. That scent, so ordinary any other day, it clouded Twilight's mind, it sent her spinning on end. As she felt herself breath in deep lung-fulls of that smell, her nose scant inches from the mare's soft breasts and round rear, Twilight felt something shift.

That weight between her legs had grown. She could feel it moving, swelling. The pull of gravity growing as she felt it press along her belly. The touch of her own fur sending a shiver to ripple along her flanks. This shouldn't be, this shouldn't be happening. But it was. She could feel herself growing to her full size, the throbbing making it unmistakable. Try as she might to deny it, the sensations told her otherwise. Twilight had a penis, and the scent of her captive had awoken it.

'No, no, no! This can't be happening! This isn't happening! It's just a dream. Come on, Twilight, wake up! Wake up!'

Her tongue flicked out, running along her lips for a moment. Her breath blowing hot through her nostrils, she reached out and pressed her wet tongue against the mare. The poor mare shivered, gasping sharply as Twilight's tongue moved slowly up from her breasts, caressing it's way upwards to the treasure nestled between her cheeks. The feel of another mare's coat against her tongue, the warmth of her flesh, it was something Twilight's mind had trouble processing. But her body took it all in and responded. She felt herself throb, the veins along her new shaft standing out in stark relief. And then, the taste hit her.

Her tongue had reached it's goal. The tender, warm folds pushed aside as she savored the flavor. Her whole body quaked at the taste, need surging through her veins. And at the same time, Twilight's mind reeled. It was all a dream, it couldn't be anything else. But it still felt too real! It smelled too real! It TASTED too real! By now her body was panting and her mind was as well. So much sensation, it was hard to keep track. Twilight could feel her consciousness in danger of being swept along in it all, carried away by the feelings her body was experiencing.

And then it happened. Lifting herself up to her hind legs, she felt the blood rushing through her veins. A quick glance down allowed Twilight to see the looming beast she felt was there. The mottled purple and pink lurking under her body before her vision was filled with the bound mare. Twilight could feel her in her grip, struggling against both her bonds and the forelegs of the unknown pony that now covered her. Twilight knew what was about to happen. Knew and wished she could stop it, that she could wake up.

'Please, oh please.. Not this.. Anything but this! I cant do this!'

Twilight was no stranger to her own body. She had, after all, once been a curious filly the same as any mare. She had explored herself, felt the sensation of contact with her own body. Even now, there were nights she spent exploring her own sensations. But this, it was something unknown to the once mare. The touch of another body against a part of herself she never had before. She could feel the warmth of the mare's sex, just barely kissing the tip of her throbbing member. It felt as if fire had professed it's love to her, and lightning was dancing a jig up along her spine.

She had less than a moment to feel the sensation race through her mind before her hips gave in to their need. A choked scream escaped the sack covering the mare's head as Twilight's hips pistoned forwards. Her body and mind found themselves in agreement as a long, throaty moan escaped both. The warmth felt as if it was trying to crush her, to crush her throbbing cocktip as it sunk into the poor mare. The mare tried desperately to kick her back legs, to stop whoever was mounting her, but she had been bound securely. She was left at the mercy of her attacker. Left to Twilight's mercy.

There was to be none as the unicorn's hips pumped again, forcing more of herself into her captive.

'Please! I... I can't do this! Ungh! I can't handle this! It's too much, please! This feeling, it's too strong!'

Her body didn't seem to be listening as more and more of Twilight's length disappeared into the warm depths in front of her. She could feel the body under her tremble as it was forced to accept more of Twilight's unwanted member. The tightness was unbearable, wet and grasping as it squeezes around her. Twilight could feel the mare's passage rippling around her, flexing in rhythm to her heartbeat. With another low groan, her hips started to pull back, slowly sliding her length from the mare.

'Yes! That's it, no more. Thank you... Thank...'

Twilight's momentary relief ended as her hips pushed forwards again, driving back into the quivering mare. A soft squelch echoed in the alley as the mare's sex started to provide lubrication, involuntarily helping it's abuser work deeper into her body. Before she could get used to these strange, overpowering sensations, Twilight's hips pulled back again, settling into a slowly building rhythm. She could feel herself pulsing deep inside the mare with every thrust, her hard, veiny length giving up thick dollops of her own juices to coat and slick the innermost reaches of her victim.

'Why... Why can't I stop! Oooo.. That.. That feels... Ungh! I have to stop...'

Her mind was a jumble. Each thrust into the mare brought such wonderful, dirty sensations. It felt as if she was trying to work her way into heaven with every stroke she took. But at the same time, it was all wrong. How could she be doing this? That appendage, that mare, everything was wrong. Even in a dream, she knew what she was doing was wrong. She couldn't do this, she wasn't a rapist!

Her breath quickened, as did the motion of her hips. She pulled back, feeling the mare's warm, pouting sex squeeze around her, as if it didn't want to let her go. The mare, on the other hoof, tried to struggle, to pull herself free from that plunging member at the very least. Her reward for her efforts was to feel Twilight's forelegs squeeze around her even tighter. Twilight grunted with effort on her next thrust, slamming her hips hard into the mare. She felt those grasping, squeezing muscles spasm around her, forced to yield to her surging length as she hit something deep inside the mare, her flared tip ramming at the entrance to the mare's womb.

'Oh, sweet Celestia... I... I can't take it... I'm gonna... Gonna..'

Twilight could feel her body tensing, feeling the weight of her heavy testes drawing closer and closer to her body. Her hips jerked back quickly, only to thrust her entire length back into the mare. Again she bottomed out, prodding hard at the poor mare's womb, which forced another muffled cry from her captive. Something was about to happen, she knew this, knew her body was building up to something. It kept coming, racing up to her like a wild beast. She knew what it meant to orgasm, she had done it to herself many times before. But this was different. This felt more primal, more violent. As if everything in the world was her's to control, even if she couldn't even control herself.

The lewd 'sclorp' of her member pulling out of the mare rang in her ears, and with a flick of her tail she was back in. Felt her balls swinging forward to smack against the mare's breasts, the tight sex around her spasming, and the body under her thrashing. It happened, her lips parting to let loose a long, deep moan. It built into a primal cry as she felt the release happen. That tight passage became tighter, painfully so as her member swelled, straining it's covering as Twilight felt the flood surge into the poor mare. Her captive squealed into her rope gag, shaking once again as she felt the touch of hot seed deep inside her. Again and again it happened, over and over as more of Twilight's thick cum filled the mare. Twilight's mind started to shut down, drained of it's will as if she was pouring her entire being into the shaking mare under her.

It could have gone on forever, but eventually it all subsided. Her mind was a buzz with everything, the ruin left behind by her orgasm, the sensation of the last of her seed slowly dribbling out into the mare. Her limbs ached slightly, and her body felt limp, as if she had just ran a mile. Slowly, almost agonizingly, she pulled back, her forelimbs letting go of the bound mare. She could hear the vulgar sucking as her member withdrew, felt the pull and suckle of the mare's sex around her as her softening member inched back. With one final tug, her swollen, flared tip pulled free, a lewd pop ringing out through the alley, followed by a gush of sperm flowing from the abused sex.

Standing on shaking limbs, Twilight watched as the mare in front of her collapsed, worn out from her ordeal. A puddle of cum was forming under her, pressure from the huge amount of seed inside her forcing all she couldn't contain back out.

'That... Oh my goodness... That was too much.. How.. How could I... That felt... Oh Celestia, how could I have enjoyed that...'

Eventually, Twilight slowly turned from her used captive, leaving the magical sack and ropes to slowly dissipate on their own as she started to make her way from the alley. Twilight could feel her limp member starting to retract itself, pulling back into her sheath, still dripping with the remains of her conquest.

'This.. This cant be real. It's got to be a dream. There's no way I'd ever do anything like this. No way I'd ever enjoy doing that...'

Twilight stopped in mid step. Slowly her lips curled into a grin. For a moment, she thought she had done it. That she had somehow regained some control over herself.

'That's now how you felt last night...'

That voice. It was inside her head. Some pony's voice was inside her head. No...

It wasn't some pony's voice. It was her voice!

'No... No, that's impossible! I'm not a rapist! I couldn't have enjoyed that! I didn't enjoy that!'

'You did. I did. I loved it.'

'This has to be a dream. It's a dream. I'm dreaming. I'll wake up soon. It's all a dream. It's all a dream.'

As she made her way back to the library on tired hooves, the same thing repeated through Twilight's mind. All the while, in the back of her mind, she knew there was no denying it...