Twilight's Midnight Violations

a Shameless Clopfic

Chapter 3

The harsh light of day started to fill the room, illuminating the shadows and bringing warmth to Twilight's bedroom. It was not a very welcome feeling at the moment. As the sunlight brightened the room, it started to filter through Twilight's eyelids. Slowly rousing her from her precious sleep, the unicorn felt as if she had spent the entire night running a marathon. With a long, pained groan, she slowly sat up, a hoof rubbing at her forehead.

"Uuuuunngh... Those dreams..." The librarian groaned, wishing Celestia could wait to raise her sun at least a couple more hours. But she knew these things had to be, and like the sun she had to rise at the start of the day. But still, her sleep wasn't very restful. Just like the previous night, her dreams had become bizarre. The events of her dreams had been disturbing, and they made her tremble to think about. With a sigh, glad that the night was behind her, she slipped out from under the covers, making her way over to her bathroom to take care of her morning needs.

A few moments later she came right back out, a scream tearing past her lips as she raced as fast as her hooves could carry her back up stairs and into bed. Back under the covers, the trembling unicorn gasped for breath, her mind reeling from what she had just seen. What she had found attached to herself.

"No.... No no no no no no NO!"

With trembling hooves, she slowly lifted the sheets up. Scared to death of what she might see, but needing to confirm if her eyes were just playing tricks on her, she peeked under the raised covers. She immediately regretted it, quickly pulling the covers back down, which caused a rush of air to billow down the bed under the covers. She watched as the roll of fabric moved downwards to the foot of the bed, the sheets slowly starting to settle down over her body. And over that unmistakable bulge now growing from her lap.

"This... This isn't happening... This cant be happening!"

Twilight could feel the panic rising in her chest, just as the door to her bedroom opened. She nearly jumped out of the bed at the squeak of the door, but thankfully dove under the covers instead, pulling them over her head as she rolled onto her side to hopefully hide her morning wood.

"Twilight? Is everything alright?" Spike said as he came in, making his way up the steps towards the loft where Twilight's bed was. Hearing that scream had stopped him from starting his morning chores, and now his eyes were wide with worry over his unicorn caretaker. He reached the bed to find the sheets all wadded up, covering the shifting form her the unicorn. Eventually, as he was about to reach out for the sheets, Twilight peeked out from under the covers.

"S-spike? I... I'm alright.. I guess it was just a bad dream." She said, putting on the best reassuring smile she could muster. In the back of her mind, the worry over her new appendage kept nagging at her. What if Spike saw it? What if her friends found out? What if everything else from that dream had really happened?

"Are you sure? It must of been some dream."

"Oh... Oh yes, it was! But I'm alright now." Twilight felt as if her face would crack if she kept this smile up any longer. As if she could actually do it, she tried to mentally will Spike to just accept that and go back to his chores.

"Well, alright then. Still, you going to stay in bed all day or are you going to come down stairs?"

That was the last thing she wanted to do right now. She had to find some way to get rid of this thing before any pony else found out, and she couldn't do that while staying in bed. But going out, even just into the rest of the library, would blow her cover and expose what had happened.

"I... I'm not feeling so good right now, Spike. I think I'm going to stay in bed for right now, ok?"

"Do you want me to call the doctor? Is your eye bothering you again?"

"N-no! I mean..." She sighed, trying to calm herself down. It would do her no good to panic and cause Spike to panic along with her. "I think I'll be alright. I just didn't get much sleep last night, that's all. Please, if it's all the same to you, I think I just want to read in bed today. Ok?"

This seemed to calm the little dragon down some. He still looked worried about her, but at the very least he seemed to be accepting her explanation. With a sigh he nodded to the unicorn, reaching a hand up to her forehead.

"Well, you don't feel like you've got a fever. I'll just let you get some rest then. Do you need me to get you anything?"

"Yes. Um, could you bring me up 'The Night Landscape: A Dreamwalker's Guide' and 'Bodies Gone Wild: Transformation Mishaps'?" Twilight's selection of books seemed to confuse the baby dragon for a moment, but a smile from the unicorn reassured him. In fact, he didn't really seem to be looking her in the eye. With a raised brow, Spike had let his gaze drift lower a bit. Twilight followed his gaze downward, and almost screamed when she saw what had grabbed his attention. The sheets had settled again.

With a start she began to kick her legs about under the covers, laughing as she offered up another exaggerated smile.

"Uh, hehehe. Just trying to work the stiffness out of my legs, ya know?"

"Um... Sure... I'll just go get you those books..." And with that, Spike left Twilight to her overly energetic stretching. Once she heard her door close her legs stopped. With a sigh she lifted the sheets up again, gazing at her now hard and throbbing member.

"Ohhh... What am I going to do?!"

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The day was just starting, which meant that work was just ending for one pony in particular, while it was just starting for another. Luna flopped down on top of the bed, letting her wings stretch out and drape over the covers like a comforter. It felt good to just flake out, to let the stress of the day melt away onto the sheets.

"Luna, do you have to do that on MY bed?"

Luna cracked an eye open, looking across the room to where her sister sat behind a large desk stacked with papers. A smirk curled her lips at the sight. Celestia was so responsible, so devoted to her work and to the ponies she looked after. At least, that's what she always made sure every pony thought of her as. In truth, Luna knew that the moment she could, Celestia would be flaked out right along side her. Why her sister tried to hide it, Luna thought she'd never know.

"Your room was closer." The mistress of the night said with a little murr as she wallowed deeper into the sheets, ruining the neat job her sister did of making the bed. Celestia just sighed as she watched her sister indulge herself with her bed. Luna was always so irresponsible, even in this day and age. It wasn't like she wanted to be the stick in the mud of the two, but things were expected of her. She couldn't just raise the sun, go back to bed, and get up just to make the sun set again. Of course, there were times she wanted to.

As the two sisters went about their respective activities, a knock came from the door.

"Come right in." Celestia said in her calm, serene voice. Luna only offered an open eye to the event, curious to see who it was, but not so curious as to pull herself up from the bed. As she watched, a white earth pony slipped into the room. The mare was dressed in a frilly maid's uniform, complete with feather duster tucked neatly into the strings of her apron. Between her teeth she held a rolled up scroll.

"Sorry to bother you, your highness, but this just came for you a few minutes ago." The maid said as Celestia's horn glowed a soft golden light. The scroll was gently floated from the maid's teeth, drifting over to the sun goddess.

"Thank you, Dusty. If there's nothing else, you may go now." The maid bowed low before slipping back out into the hallway, the door closing after her. With a little sigh, Celestia broke the small seal on the scroll and unrolled it in front of her. Luna watched as her sister's eyes slowly scanned over the contents of the scroll, her expressing as calm and unreadable as always.

But Luna knew better. She had grown up with the mare, and had learned the little tricks she used to hide her emotions from other ponies. The way her eyes seemed to be forced into their slow, calm read. The tightly held lips and set jaw. Whatever was on that scroll had upset her sister, and she was trying to hide that unrest behind a firmly placed mask.

"What is it, Tia?" Luna asked, finally lifting her head up from the mattress. She watched as her sister's shoulders slumped, a sigh escaping her lips as she let the scroll drift slowly down onto her desk. Celestia closed her eyes, taking a moment to collect her thoughts after what she had just read.

"It seems there has been an incident in Ponyville."

"An incident?" That was rather vague, but thankfully not as cryptic as was usual for her sister. "What sort of 'incident'?"

"I'm not sure how to say this. It seems that one of our ponies has forced himself upon another." Celestia looked up to see the bewildered look Luna was giving her. "Sexually."

Luna's mouth slowly pulled into a silent 'oh' as she laid there on the bed.

"I... I thought that didn't happen anymore."

"It doesn't. At least, not till just now. Or rather, the night before last, from what this says." Celestia said with a sigh. Luna slowly rubbed her chin with a hoof.

"And what of the local authorities?"

"They haven't found any leads yet. It seems neither of the two victims saw who it was that attacked them."

"And what of the victims? They were not harmed, were they?" Luna asked. "I mean, other than, er, sexually." Celestia shook her head at that. At the very least, there was that to be grateful for. Long, long ago, there had been ponies who had done things like this. As well as many things far worse. But those had been ages long since forgotten, and Equestria had moved on from those dark times. Celestia had come to believe that her ponies had grown beyond such acts. But it would seem that not all of them had forgotten the old ways.

"So what are we to do about this, sister?" Luna had sat up upon the bed, looking at her elder sister intently. Celestia considered this for a moment. It was clear from the letter that the authorities in Ponyville had no idea who could be doing this. It wasn't like they had much experience in dealing with a rapist on the loose. In fact, aside from the occasional theft or domestic argument, it was unlikely they had any experience in dealing with ponies being anything but pleasant and friendly. The concept of a pony acting in such a way would be as foreign to them as the idea of roasted meat.

They would need somepony to help them through this. Somepony who had dealt with such things in the past. But there was no way she could just run off to Ponyville any time there was trouble. She had a mountain of work to do before the sun sets. Not to mention there were dignitaries arriving any hour now whom she couldn't just brush off to go chasing after one rogue pony.

"Tia? Just what are you going to do?" Luna asked again. She watched as a grin slowly spread across her sister's lips. Suddenly, the goddess of the moon became very worried for herself.

"Oh, I'm not going to do much of anything, dear sister."

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"No, no, NO!"

Once again the book slammed shut in front of her. What had started as just two carefully selected book had turned into several stacks arranged around her bed. Each one selected for the likelihood of it possessing the answer to Twilight's predicament, and each one sat onto a stack of books which held no answers for her.

With a groan she slipped out from under the sheets, making her way over to her window. Each time she had asked Spike to bring her another book, her assistant asked if she was alright. Each time he looked more and more concerned. And why shouldn't he be? His closest friend in the world was in bed, refusing to leave her room, and looking more and more upset each time he saw her. But still, he had done what she asked, and brought the requested books. Hoofbooks on alteration magic, guides on removing unwanted spells, theoretical works on the nature of dreams, even alchemical guides. Nothing even remotely connected to just what was happening to her.

With a sigh she peeked out the window, pushing the curtains aside a bit to look outside. To her dismay, the sun had progressed in it's steady march across the sky. She had spent the better part of the day looking through books in hopes of some sort of cure. But with each failed attempt, each wasted book, it drew closer to night time. Her gaze slowly drifted down to the floor. If her suspicion was correct, once night came, it would happen again.

She would live through another waking dream. She would go out, she would look for some pony. She would follow them, she would capture them. And then she would have her way with them. Just like had happen last night, and the night before. She would bind them, gag them. Then she would use them. She would taste their sweet flesh, and feel them wrapped tightly around her. Feel the grasp of their passage, the warmth of their heartbeat. Feel it through her length, feel their innocence being claimed by her member. And then...

A shiver ran up the length of Twilight's spine as she had to force herself to not think about those things. About the images and sensations that remained from what she had done. But already it was too late. That horrible, delightful weight had started to stir again. She could feel it plumping, slowly starting to sag from her sheath. With a startled gasp, she raced down stairs and into her bathroom.

With her sink faucet turned on, Twilight frantically hoofed water onto her face. The ice-cold water stung as it soaked the fur of her face, but the shock of it snapped her out of the lusty delirium that had started to overtake her. She panted as she tried to calm herself down from her panic, slowly looking around her bathroom. It still smelled slightly from this morning. After she had gotten her first set of books from Spike, once she had calmed down enough, she had tried to take care of her usual morning routine. That had been a disaster. She had expected one thing, and instead gotten something quite different. She had managed to get control of herself before the mess had gotten any worse. But still, the hamper was now full of soaked towels, which she was seriously considering just burning rather than washing.

"I... I can't keep doing this.."

'But I know I'd miss it...'

She winced as the thought came to her with no prompting. She would say or think one thing, then some part of her would contradict it. As horrific as it would be, Twilight dearly hoped she was possessed by some evil spirit. The alternative was just that much worse. That her own mind was starting to betray her, just as her body had the past two nights. That somewhere, deep inside her, she was enjoying what was happening. That she was actually looking forward to nightfall, and the lusty adventure it held for her.

With a shake to her head, she trotted out of her bathroom and back up stairs. She had to put a stop to this somehow, and she had to do it without any other pony knowing. How could she ever face her friends again should they find out what happened. What she had done. What she had become. A tremble ran down her spine as she sat herself in front of her vanity, looking at herself in the mirror, locking mismatched eyes with herself.

"This isn't what I am... I'm not this... This thing.."

'But I do like it.'

Twilight winced as the thought came to her again. Slowly she let her gaze drift from her reflection, moving down over the vanity and the floor till it rested between her hind legs. With a sigh she spread her legs slightly, looking at that thing between her thighs. It seemed huge on her girlish frame. The fat, wrinkled sheath pressed up just behind her own small breasts. The heavy, swollen testes resting against the floor. Twilight could almost feel them plumping up, filling with seed in preparation for tonight. Gingerly, as if curiosity had taken over, she slowly reached a hoof down to her shape. A slight prod against her sheath brought a soft gasp from her lips. She had to bite at her lower lip to keep a groan from escaping.

'Oooo... Yes..'

"N-no!"

She could feel herself starting to swell from that slight touch. With wide eyes she watched as her sheath plumped up, the wrinkles parting slightly to expose just the very tip if her member. It was as if Twilight had some wild animal living between her legs, with no control over it's actions. A beast that was easily awoken, and difficult to put back to sleep. Chewing on her lower lip, Twilight slowly slipped her hoof down to her swollen sack, giving it as light prod as well.

This time she couldn't stop the groan escaping her lips. The feeling was different, but no less intense. She had touched her marehood before, she was familiar with what that felt like. But this was so different. It was strange, but still felt so right. She could feel her pulse quicken just slightly, feel blood rushing into her sheath, fueling the beast hidden inside. With a little shiver she watched her sheath open more, the fat tip of her member pushing free, begging for attention.

"I... I can't.. I shouldn't.."

But why shouldn't she? She wasn't hurting any pony like this. She wasn't prowling the night for a victim to molest. She could feel the pressure, the need to release deep inside her. But this wasn't from the scent of another mare, or the sight of a mare's body bound in front of her. This was just from the curious touch of her own hoof. Nothing else could come of this. No bound and ruined mares, no painful memories. Slowly, an idea formed in her head. A plan of action that, thankfully, her rebellious subconscious decided not to contradict.

If she couldn't cure herself of this 'condition', perhaps she could manage it. She had considered trying to tie herself up, maybe chain herself to her bed. But that wouldn't work. She'd need another pony to do it if it was going to hold. And any knots or locks she'd simply be able to undo with her magic, or just teleport herself out. No, restraining herself wouldn't be the answer. But perhaps satiating herself would be!

If she could keep this thing... If she could keep herself satisfied, maybe she'd remove the need to go out at night. Twilight knew it was a long shot, that it wasn't a cure. But she didn't want to hurt another pony again.

With a sigh, she looked down at her member again, seeing the plump tip resting just on top of her sheath. It was so strange, so alien to her, and yet it was a part of herself. With a deep breath she reached for it again. Slowly her hoof pressed against the rim of her fat flare. Almost as if sensing the needed contact, she felt her tip swell, pressing more firmly against her hoof as her sheath starting to strain slightly around her grown length. She felt a shiver run up her spine, her eyes closing as she continued to stroke around the rim of her cocktip. She had never thought she'd ever touch a stallion's cock before. And yet here she was, only the cock she was touching was her own!

It felt so weird. Part of her was disgusted, ashamed that she had to do something so lewd, so vulgar. She was a mare, she shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be enjoying it. But she was, as her pulse quickened yet again, her heart pounding, she loved it. She could feel her heart beat through the warm flesh of her member, feeling it growing with each throb that raced through it. Soon it had grown enough for her to move her hoof down it's length, pressing against the bulging vein along it's underside. That brought another low groan from her lips, and her eyes fluttering open.

She gazed down at her beast, at the growing organ that had taken on a life of it's own. It sagged, hanging out of her sheath like a noodle. She was only half hard, and already it looked massive to her. She watched as the little opening at the tip gaped suddenly. Slowly, a thick dollop of pre welled up out of it, starting to ooze sluggishly down her tip and along the underside of her shaft. With a little gasp, Twilight realized she couldn't do this here. She remembered the condition that mare had been in last night. How swollen she seemed and how and endless flow of seed had gushed from her. To do this here, it would create a mess she'd have to spend all day cleaning.

Getting to her hooves unsteadily, she started to make her way down to her bathroom. With each step, she could feel her member swaying. It bounced and shook, sliding further from her sheath with every step. It took all of her willpower to not stop half way to her goal and continue her ministrations. How a stallion could ever deal with this thing, she had no idea. Feeling her swollen sack rub against her thighs, and that cock nearly bouncing against her knees, it was all getting to be too much.

"Ngh... Come on... Just a little further.. Oooo..."

By the time she made it into her bathroom, she was already panting. Her member had hardened, growing to it's full angry glory as she walked the short distance. Now she could feel it against her, smacking against her belly with excitement. A spurt of pre gushed from her tip as it made contact with the soft fur of her underside, leaving a sticky streak through her fur. Twilight gasped at the sensation, not only was it pressing against her belly, but her small pony breasts were being pushed aside by it!

Biting her lip so hard she feared it would start bleeding, Twilight made her way towards her shower. If she was going to do this, she needed to make sure she did it some place that would be easy to clean. Pulling the sliding glass door aside with her magic, she slipped into the shower. The frosted glass wall offered soft lighting, making it easy to see in the nearly pure white space. With another flick of her head, the door closed, and she was alone in the shower. Alone with her little beast.

It took Twilight a moment to consider how to go about this. Before, when she didn't have anything extra to worry about, she had just laid on her bed and slipped her hoof down under herself to reach. But now, she didn't think that would work. If anything, in her current state, she imagined that would of been rather uncomfortable. So with a good deal of squirming, she leaned back against the far wall, letting her hips slide out in front of her a bit. As she did so, the monster between her legs came into view.

"S-sweet Celestia!"

Twilight had seen stallions. Well, pictures of them at least. It wasn't something she was proud of, the few time she had looked into those sorts of books. But what she saw in front of her now, it looked like it was from some overly exaggerated illustration. If she didn't know better, she could of mistaken it for a fifth leg. Her member stood proudly from her lap, as big around as her hoof, if not more so. And that was just her shaft. Starting at the base, the deep purple of her flesh flowed up along the veiny length, till soon it was broken with spots of soft, fleshy pink. Past the ring of flesh near the middle, her mottled coloration gave way to a pure pink, flowing up towards the swelling of her tip. The blunt head looked like some sort of battering ram, flattened with just a slight dome to the top, flared out wider than the rest of her length.

Twilight could feel the blood flow from her face as she looked at herself. If she was this huge, she had no idea how she managed to force it all into that poor mare. No wonder the mare from last night was in such a sorry state when it was all over. Right then, Twilight considered herself lucky to not have killed the bound mare. As shocked as she was at how endowed she was, and disturbed at how much it must of hurt her victim last night, Twilight couldn't stop another feeling from taking root inside her. Pride.

She was massive, big enough to put many full stallions to shame. She shouldn't be, but somehow she was pleased with how large she was. At how her huge size must of felt to that poor mare. How it must of stretched and strained her, dominated her very being. Twilight couldn't take her eyes off of her own length, her hoof slowly reaching out towards the obscene member.

A loud groan freely slipped form her lips as her hoof started to stroke up along it's side. She could feel how hard her length was. How strong and powerful it had become now that it was at it's full size. A tremble ran through her body as she reached the tip. Biting her lip she pushed her hoof against her flared cockhead, feeling it give slightly before the resistance grew. With more pressure, she pushed her hoof against it, watching as her cock started to tilt slowly, leaning further and further. Deep inside her hips she could feel the root of the thing shifting slightly, leaning along with the rest of it.

Twilight pulled her hoof back suddenly, letting her length spring back to it's fully erect stance. A loud gasp filled her throat at the feeling. Her cock had sprung back into place, wagging from side to side for a moment. Each time it moved back and forth, it felt as if it was pulling her with it. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt before. As if her whole world was condensed into the pillar of flesh before her. Like everything she was now consisted of her member and nothing else.

With a deep breath, Twilight closed her eyes and brought both hooves to her length. Slowly at first, her hooves both worked up and down her shaft, caressing and stroking along the veins and bumps. It was a far cry from the mare last night, but it would have to do.

"Nngh... More... I need more..."

The words were breathy and distant, as if she was speaking to herself from across a long hallway. At the far end was her goal, the release she needed. The release she wanted. Her hooves moved faster, pulling her shaft closer to her body as she started to stroke one hoof along the bulging underside. Pressing against it, she felt the rippling sensation as it opened and closed with her motions, the muscular passage that would carry her seed from deep inside.

Panting now, the lust-filled unicorn quickened her pace, working her hooves furiously along her shaft. It felt good, it felt amazing. But still, despite her efforts, it wasn't enough. Something was missing, something she needed to bring herself to the release she was after. Before, when she was still a mare, it took little more than her own hooves to bring her to release. But now, even with her length throbbing and spurting thick globs of pre, something was missing.

"Ohhh... Please... I need this... I need to cum!"

Her hooves were frantic, one reaching up to stroke and press at her tip. She felt her pre splatter against her hoof, and started sliding it along her length. Soon her shaft was slick and glistening, and the sounds of her hooves sliding through her own juices filled her ears. The lewd, disgusting 'shlurk' and 'slichk' as they made their way from root to tip, gathering up more lube only to spread it thickly down her pulsing length. It sounded so rude, so vulgar. So much like the sound of that mare's sex as she violated it.

A sharp gasp left Twilight's lips, the thought coalescing into an image in her mind. Oh, that mare. She was so sweet, bound and presented like that. Her smell, her taste. Slowly Twilight's tongue slipped out, caressing her lips as her member started to jerk. A hoof slipped lower, moving to press against her aching balls, stroking and rubbing them as the other continued it's endless slide up and down her slick pillar.

The warmth of that mare, the way she struggled. In Twilight's mind, it was as if she was there again. But this time she didn't hold back, she didn't resist what her body wanted. What her body needed. She could almost feel the resistance of the mare's sex, trying in vain to keep her from what she needed. The feel of that resistance ending as Twilight forced herself inwards. The tight, warm grasp of the mare's passage. The feeling of it struggling around her, desperately trying not to break apart around such a powerful, mighty length.

She could feel herself tensing up, her testes drawing close in their sack. Her breath blew in hot puffs from her lips, her tongue flipping out with each pant to lash against her dry lips. She could hear the soft patter as spurts of pre shot from her tip, splattering against the walls of the shower. Oh yes, that mare was what she needed. To picture her, that bound mare struggling as she was used. Nothing more than an outlet for Twilight's pleasure, her needs. To remember the feel of her body, of her quivering sex, how it squeezed and milked. Now it surrendered to her. How she had used it to fulfill her desire.

Twilight's mouth hung open, hot breaths blowing freely as her hips starting to twitch, to buck, thrusting her spurting length through her hooves as a long cry formed in her throat. It rose, building as the pressure inside her reached it's peak. She felt it coming on again, that wild, unstoppable sensation. The beast was about to be let loose, her blunt cocktip swelling, growing thicker by the moment. In an instant it was upon her. Her face contorted in a cry of pure lust as her shaft erupted.

Her eyes flew open in time to see a thick rope of seed spraying from her tip, aching in the air before it splattered back down. It landed on top of her, covering her belly and chest. Another buck and a second stream flew free, this time it hit the wall behind her, splattering loudly before it started to slowly ooze down into her mane. Again and again she watched the spectacle of her own cock spasming as her cum was thrown about the shower. With each convulsion, she felt it start to lessen. The beast was running out of steam.

Eventually it finally subsided, and her spent length sagged back, resting against her belly as it slowly oozed with the last of her orgasm. She was out of breath, her mind a frazzled, worn out mess. It was over, she had taken care of her need for the day. But somehow, she part of her felt worse because of it. She wanted to keep herself form hurting another pony, but now the memory of last night wouldn't leave her. She had tried to manage her situation, but nothing she did worked till she had let herself go and took pleasure from the memory of hurting another pony.

As Twilight tried to catch her breath, she looked about the shower. It was still all white, but now that white was oozing down from the walls. It was pooling under her body, and soaking through her fur. Every breath she took was filled with her own scent, the scent of a potent, virile stallion...