My Little Pony is TM and © 2012 Hasbro, Inc. This is a non-profit work of fan-fiction. No ownership of IP is implied.

The FIMFiction.net version of this story has been converted to BBCode from the original HTML using Skeena.net's HTML conversion tool.

Please feel free to point out any errors in grammar or formatting, so long as you do so in a constructive manner.

"Hey, Twilight!" Pinkie Pie called out from the backroom of Sugar Cube Corner. The sounds of batter being whipped could be heard clearly.

"Hey there, Pinkie," Twilight Sparkle groaned as she rubbed her head with a fore-hoof and forced a smile. It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see her over-energetic friend Pinkie Pie, or that she wouldn't welcome the over-dose of sugar she was sure to receive. Both these things were pluses for her, especially the latter. However, she couldn't help but be torn. She had planned on asking all her friends to let her look into their dreams, but with Pinkie, there were second thoughts. If any pony was going to have a messed up, insane cluster-fuck of a dream, it would be Pinkie Pie, and she wasn't sure she was quite ready today.

No! Twilight chided inwardly. I set out on this journey, and I'm not going to stop until I've seen it through! Shaking her head violently, she looked around at the litany of sweet treats. If there was anything she loved, it was the sheer variety of goodies here at Sugar Cube Corner. Why Mr. and Mrs. Cake didn't start a franchise, Twilight Sparkle would never know. Lord knows they'd make a killing in Canterlot, especially at any of the college campuses located therein. As Pinkie stepped out of the kitchen, Twilight had made her choice. "I'll have three guava pastries," she said with a more sincere smile on her face.

Within seconds, Pinkie darted back into the kitchen, only to pop up right behind Twilight, holding in her hooves a paper plate with three huge, triangular, flaky pastries, the generously-packed guava filling visible through openings on one side of each pastry. "Here you are!" Pinkie chimed happily, her eyes sparkling as she beamed, satisfied at a job well done. She then jumped back over the counter, resting her fore-hooves on the oak counter-top as she looked at her friend with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.

"Hehe, thanks!" Twilight took her treat and set it on the counter with her hooves, while using her magic to lift a few bits out of her saddlebag.

Seeing the bits, Pinkie shook her head emphatically. "Oh, I can't take money from you, silly!" Pinkie shook her head again and folded her front hooves over her chest as she stood on her hind legs. "You're one of my besty-westy friendsie-wendisies, and it's always an honor to help you out! Why, if I were to take money from you for doing friend stuff, that'd be like stealing, and I don't steal from my friends, no siree!" She capped her mini-rant with yet another vigorous shake of her head, her puffy mane swinging around for added emphasis.

Slipping her bits back in her saddlebag, Twilight just smiled and nodded. It was best not to argue logic with Pinkie Pie. Heck, arguing anything with Pinkie Pie just resulted in a terrible headache, if not outright injury from the sheer concussive force of her wackiness. Instead, Twilight took one of the giant pastries and started eating, moaning softly with delight at the warm, flaky crust gave way to sweet, delicious guava filling. For a moment, she was content to eat peacefully, enjoying the heavenly pastries as Pinkie Pie took notice of the golden, amethyst-starred amulet hanging around Twilight's neck.

Pinkie gasped suddenly, then leaned over the counter, practically rubbing her left eye against the amulet. "Heeeey, what's this!?" she asked with unbridled, child-like curiosity.

Thankful that Pinkie Pie hadn't crushed her guava-filled treats, Twilight simply paused in her eating and looked down at her friend. She swallowed the food in her mouth, then spoke. "Oh, that's just my latest magic project. It's an amulet that lets me look into other ponies' dreams."

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Pinkie gasped sharply and jumped over the counter, bouncing rapidly next to her friend. "That sounds so cool!"

Here we go, Twilight thought as she tried to prepare for the impending verbal apocalypse.

"I bet you could do all sorts of neat things in ponies' heads, like play with them in meadows or build really really really gigantic cakes, or maybe you could have them bounce off your back and go into outer space! Maybe they'll think you're the mare of their dreams and they'll wanna date you and send you on huge vacations and stuff, like maybe a cruise on the ocean, or flying on the moon, or taking a cruise on an ocean in the moon! Why, I bet if you tried really hard, you could replace all the nightmare monsters little fillies dream of with huge cupcakes! But that'd be bad, 'cause then you'd have giant cupcake monsters in their dreams, and then they wouldn't like cupcakes anymore! Ooooooh what a dilemma!" Pinkie's bouncing got progressively faster, and Twilight could swear she was seeing a noticeable motion blur.

"Pinkie..." Twilight felt her head throbbing, having lost sense of what Pinkie was saying a quarter of the way in.

"Oh, of course we could laugh at the cupcake monsters and then they'd turn into regular giant cupcakes, so then that would be OK, and we could put wheels on the cupcakes and ride around on them, but then we'd get all sticky and have to lick the frosting off each other, and that would be awkward because the other pony would be like 'why are you licking me?' and I'd be like 'why are you licking me?' and then we'd end up having a giant pie fight! Giant pies made of cupcakes! Then after a while we'd be all covered in frosting and pie crust and stuff and we'd have to find a river of chocolate to wash ourselves in, but then we'd still be sticky from all the chocolate, so we still wouldn't be clean!" By now, Pinkie was unrecognizable, the rapid speed of her bouncing having turned her into an amorphous blur of varying shades of pink, undulating next to Twilight like a nebula of pure, unfiltered insanity.

"Pinkie..." Oh she's gone now, Twilight thought ruefully to herself. She really hated raising her voice in the middle of her friend's rants. That only made the headaches worse.

"But then we'd go into a gingerbread house and find a stallion made out of vanilla ice cream and we could totally rub ourselves against him to make him a Klondike stallion, and-"

At that, Twilight couldn't take any more. "Pinkiiiiie!" she shouted with all the force her voice could muster. Ow, she thought to herself. Now I'm gonna need some ibuprofen.

"Huh?" Pinkie suddenly froze in mid-air, looking at Twilight with wide eyes and her mouth in a cute little 'o' shape. "What happened?"

Twilight simply sighed, exasperated. For a moment, she wondered how Pinkie managed to bake anything without burning the shop down around her. Refocusing on the task at hand, Twilight simply cleared her throat. "It doesn't work like that." She waited for a moment to see if Pinkie would go into another rant. Pinkie simply stared at Twilight with a soft smile. Still suspicious that the Pinkie Bomb could go off at any moment, Twilight resumed hesitantly. "It just lets you look into the other pony's dream. Through the dreamer's eyes even. You're not even really there."

Pinkie fell back down to the floor and shrugged slightly. "Oh, that's all?" she asked, sounding slightly disappointed as she jumped back over the counter.

"That's all!?" Twilight couldn't believe how quickly Pinkie had gotten bored of the amulet she'd worked so hard on! "You're telling me that you wouldn't be slightly curious as to what your friends dreamed about?"

Pinkie tilted her head and shrugged slightly. "Well, maybe a little," she admitted, smiling nice and wide as she spoke. "Why? You wanna have a look at mine?"

"Well, yeah," Twilight said softly. She'd half expected Pinkie to want to use the amulet to look at her dreams. Not that she didn't eventually plan to return the favor. Later. After she was certain she'd forgotten what raging perverts they all were.

Not like you're one to talk, a little voice in her head mocked her. Who was playing with herself the whole time she was writing down Rainbow Dash's dream?

Shut up! Twilight ordered her inner voice. She took another bite of one of her pastries, grumbling softly as she tried to look composed. Rainbow Dash's dream hadn't been as kinky as Fluttershy's or Applejack's, but it was still pretty pervy. After all, who would think to enchant something like that?

You, her little voice reminded her. Don't tell me you forgot the accident you had with that one toy back in eleventh grade sex ed.

Shut up! Twilight again ordered, trying to regain control of her mind. That was one time! One! I will not have it dragged out now!

"Um," Pinkie suddenly spoke up, blinking curiously at Twilight. "Why are you talking to yourself?"

Twilight blushed softly and shook her head. "Oh, I'm not talking to myself!" She giggled weakly, trying to hide the fact that she had indeed been talking to herself.

"So, who was that other voice then?"

Wait. Twilight stiffened up at Pinkie's question. How did she hear my thoughts? Twilight simply sighed in defeat and waved a fore-hoof. It was best not to question Pinkie Pie. "Nevermind," she said aloud. "I'm just gonna finish eating, then we can get ready for the sleep-over."

"Okie-dokie-lokie!" Pinkie chirped as she headed back into the kitchen to resume baking whatever saccharine monstrosity she was cooking up, Twilight's inner dialogue forgotten.

Twilight simply shuddered and resumed eating. At least the sugar would keep her going until bedtime.

Being a Good Friend(TM), Twilight helped Pinkie and the Cakes close up shop at the end of the day before she and the pink ball of chaos headed out. It was decided that it would be best to sleep in Twilight's library home. Again, Twilight was relieved that Pinkie had agreed so easily. If this turned out to be another one of those dreams, she didn't want to wake Mr. and Mrs. Cake, or worse, their foals, with any errant moans or sexual smells. That would be bad.

And so, here Twilight was again, in the guest room, sleeping across from another of her friends, ready to take a look into said friend's dreams.

Maybe it won't be so bad, Twilight thought to herself as she slipped into her own bed, smiling warmly at Pinkie Pie as she adjusted the amulet on her neck. Maybe Pinkie will actually have a dream that makes sense. Not likely, but it's possible.

For her part, Pinkie Pie was shuddering violently on the bed, looking for all the world as though she were ready to go for a whole other day without sleep. Still, she did promise to help Twilight out, and she was going to do it! Besides, she never had an audience for a dream before, so that was something new and exciting! She did love exciting, after all. Still, she had one question. "Hey, Twilight?" Pinkie asked softly, looking around. "You said you did this with Fluttershy, Applejack and Rainbow Dash, right?"

"Yeah," Twilight replied casually. "Why?"

"Oh," Pinkie smiled softly, "Just wondering, anything fun happen in their dreams?" Pinkie gazed at her friend with big, trembling, curious eyes, a cute little smile on her face.

"Um, yeah, about that." Twilight laughed nervously in her bed as she looked away from Pinkie Pie, trying to hide the rather copious blush forming on her face. "Why don't we talk about that after I'm done with you and Rarity, yeah? Maybe we can have a big ol' dream-sharing party."

"Ooooooo! Sounds pretty neat!" Pinkie Pie nodded feverishly as she leaned back into the bed, a huge smile on her face. "Oh, I bet Applejack and Rainbow Dash had such fun dreams! Not sure about Fluttershy, though. She's really nice and all, but sometimes I wonder about that one. She doesn't go out and have any fun on her own, so I imagine her dreams must be pretty boring."

Twilight covered her mouth with both fore-hooves to try and hide her shocked gasp. Fluttershy's dream may have been many things, but boring was not one of them. After recomposing herself, she looked out at the window, seeing the full beauty of Luna's moon as it shone softly in the sky. Thinking of Fluttershy's dream actually brought Twilight's mind to Luna for a moment. It had been a while since that Nightmare Night, and she'd seen dreadfully little of the cobalt blue princess since. The poor thing must still be having so much trouble making friends, Twilight thought to herself.

Princess Luna touched down in front of the door to Fluttershy's cottage, trying her best to look warm and friendly. It wasn't often she got letters from any pony – most of Equestria's subjects still saw Princess Celestia as their sole ruler, seeing only the terrifying legend of Nightmare Moon when they gazed at Luna – so she was more than happy to accept any offer of friendship. Still, it was strange that Fluttershy would make any effort to talk to her, after having been so petrified of her on Nightmare Night. Luna had all but given up hope of reaching out to her.

Before she even raised her hoof to knock, Luna was presented with the door opening and Fluttershy peeking out, blushing softly and letting just the softest hint of a smile escape her lips. "Um, hi there, Luna." The butter-colored pegasus trembled slightly and tried to conceal herself behind her bright pink mane, but Luna didn't sense the abject terror she had felt on their first meeting. Instead, the pony before her was simply nervous and... Aroused?

Luna took a sniff of the air, and there was no denying it. Of all that had changed in the millennium since her banishment, the smell of lust had remained the same. "Don't be so nervous, Fluttershy." Luna spoke softly, trying to put her best hoof forward. This would probably be her last chance with Fluttershy. "I got your letter, and thought I'd come by." Inwardly, Luna couldn't help but beam. She was so happy that she had taken to modern speech so quickly! The royal tutors were so wonderful!

Fluttershy nodded and opened the door the rest of the way to let Luna in. "I-I'm honored," Fluttershy stammered, her voice as wispy and demure as Luna had remembered from their short-lived previous meeting. "I just thought I'd see how you're doing, and..." She swallowed hard and looked around, thankful that Angel and the other animals were asleep. "I'd like to say s-sorry."

Luna raised an eyebrow at that, but said nothing. She simply looked at Fluttershy warmly, hoping the darkness of her coat would keep the other pony from seeing the slight blush on her cheeks.

Seeing that Luna hadn't tried to blow down the house with her voice, Fluttershy kept going. Maybe Angel was right after all. "I know I wasn't very n-nice when we first met. I probably hurt you greatly."

"Think nothing of it," Luna finally replied, smiling warmly as she sat on her haunches. "I must have been quite imposing. My dear sister had forgotten to properly acclimate me to modern customs." She shook her head and let out a huff of contempt as she looked away. "It's not enough that she has everything. Seems she must see me humiliate myself as well."

Fluttershy shook her head. "Oh no, don't think that way!" She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was to do next. She took a few steps up to the Princess of the Night and timidly nuzzled her cheek, blushing so hard she was certain she'd just shrivel up and die right there. "It probably just slipped her mind. She's very busy, you know." She smiled ever so warmly at her guest, trying to hide the torrent of emotions behind her eyes. "And she doesn't have everything. I mean, she certainly couldn't make nights as pretty as yours."

At that, Luna's head snapped back to look at Fluttershy, causing the fuchsia-maned pegasus to reel back slightly. Luna warmly raised a hoof toward Fluttershy, running it through those gorgeous pink lochs. "Thank you," she whispered softly, her eyes sparkling slightly. "That means so much to me." Luna could see the gentle, timid mare's cheeks flare up bright pink, but rather than back away, she leaned in, nuzzling Fluttershy's cheek as she had done to her. "And thank you for your apology. Not many would think twice of what I feel when they run in fright from me."

Fluttershy winced at that remark, and her smile faded. She looked down and bit her lower lip, as if trying to find the right words. The silence lasted quite a while before she finally managed to speak in that gorgeous little voice of hers. "Do you... Do you have any friends, now that you've been back a while?"

Luna simply shook her head. "No," she said, her eyes starting to water up. "Ponies in the palace smile and wave at me, but I'm afforded far less warmth outside. For the most part, it is as before. Celestia is loved and I am feared, even hated."

Fluttershy forced herself to look up at Luna's face, looking deeply into her eyes. The sight of tears running down the Princess' face made her own eyes water. "I'm... I'm sorry to hear that." Again, Fluttershy's voice, so tiny and fragile, expressing concern warmed the mighty Princess of the Night, who had been so used to formal, polite coldness from other ponies. "If you'd like, maybe... Maybe I could be your friend?"

Luna gently wrapped her forelegs around the soft-willed pony. "That would be great," Luna replied, barely a whisper in Fluttershy's ear. "I've been very... Lonely. For a very long time. Even before my banishment."

The two ponies simply sat there in Fluttershy's living room, enjoying each others warmth. Their tails slid over to one another, intertwining in an embrace of their own.

Twilight Sparkle sighed for a bit. Of course Luna wouldn't have made many friends yet. Half of Ponyville still spoke ill of her, for goodness' sake. Maybe we should invite Luna to a party or something, she pondered. I'm sure Pinkie would be into it.

"Sure!" Pinkie chirped happily.

"Wha?!" Twilight sat up and gazed in confusion at her friend.

"A party for Luna!" Pinkie clarified as she also sat up. "It'd be great! I can even try out this recipe I learned a few days ago! Two round graham crackers with fluffy marshmallow filling in between, coated in chocolate! It's called a moon pie! I bet she'd love that!"

For the second time this day, Twilight Sparkle was amazed at her friend's uncanny ability to read thoughts. She plopped down on the bed again and sighed. She could probably dedicate a building the size of the royal palace to the study of the erratic pony sleeping across from her. Granted, there probably wouldn't be enough bits in all of Equestria to cover the various hazards that would constantly befall the Pinkie Pie Research Center, so Twilight dropped the idea. Instead, she gazed up at the ceiling and smiled. "Good idea, Pinkie," she said softly as she let out a yawn. "But for now, I'm sleepy."

"Yeah, me too!" Pinkie agreed, though her voice was far too exuberant to sound like she was even remotely sleepy. "Night!"

Twilight suppressed a groan as she closed her eyes. She couldn't help but think this was going to be a huge waste of time. Does she even sleep? Twilight wondered as sleep finally took her.

Pinkie Pie, meanwhile, didn't gradually fall asleep. No, nothing was ever gradual with Pinkie Pie. Much like when the batteries in an MP3 player died, she simply stopped functioning. At least Spike was too far away to hear the buzz-saw-like sound of her snoring.

Pinkie Pie sighed happily as she flew between two giant mountains of ice cream, sitting atop a gigantic, flying moon pie. She'd been flying like this for quite a while now, enjoying the vistas of Candy Land. The Lake of Chocolate was always a favorite of hers, as were the Ice Cream Mountains, but today, she was heading toward something just beyond the frontier: The Licorice Fields! She'd heard legends, of course, of how the black and red strands of licorice were tall enough to blot out the sun for those inside it, and how they'd sway happily in even the slightest breeze. There were even rumors that they were alive, and even friendly!

Ooooo, I can't wait to see them! Pinkie cheered inwardly as she sped along on her moon pie, passing the Rivers of Jelly and the Meadow of Wandering Peeps. Seeing those adorable little things running along in their seasonal migration made Pinkie smile. They were just so cute! Then, there was the Gelatin Mountain Range that served as the frontier, uncrossed by any in Candy Land. Climbing the gigantic mountains of undulating gelatin would be almost impossible for normal ponies, but Pinkie Pie sailed over them with ease atop her flying moon pie. It was then that she laid eyes upon the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

The Licorice Fields!

Seemingly as far as the eye could see, long, thin strands of licorice, both red and black, swayed back and forth, like fields of sugary, oily wheat. Unable to contain her enthusiasm, Pinkie jumped off her moon pie and started sliding down the slope of one of the gelatin mountains at a breakneck pace toward the writhing licorice fields. As soon as she hit the ground, she bounced head-first into the fields and was greeted by curious, tickling tips of black licorice as they rubbed and prodded at her curiously, earning a giggle from the pink party pony.

"Tee-hee, hi there!" Pinkie chortled and laughed as the licorice strands rubbed themselves against her back and chest, a couple of them rubbing against her cheeks. "Yay, I'm glad to see you guys too!"

The licorice strips were clearly happy to see Pinkie Pie as well. Several of them wrapped themselves around her four legs, slowly lifting the mare into the air as they coiled around her legs, much to Pinkie's delight.

"Oooo, you wanna party with me!?" Pinkie asked cheerfully as she felt her limbs slowly being spread apart. "Yay! I love partying! Why, I once threw a party at the Candy Cane factory! You wouldn't believe where you could put a candy cane, especially those really huge candy canes that that are as wide as a hoof! Why, I gave one to Rainbow Dash one day and she shoved almost the whole thing in her-!" Pinkie was interrupted by the feeling of several licorice strands flicking against her sensitive, trembling twat, gasping in surprise. The tips of the licorice tickling her soft nether lips earned a moan from the party pony as her slit began to moisten, her flower slowly opening as her body welcomed the playful treats. "Mmmmmm.... Oh my!" Pinkie gasped, blushing softly and flashing a playful smile. "So you want to have that kind of party, huh? Well, normally I'd say no..." She let out a long, throaty moan as she felt one of the black strands tickling her clitoral hood, the small nub slowly emerging as it stiffened with desire. "... But I'm having so much fun!"

The licorice wasn't able to talk of course, what with it being candy and all, but the way even more strands slithered over to Pinkie's writhing body made it pretty obvious that they were happy for her willingness. A pair of them caressed her ears, tickling her earlobes and occasionally poking ever so slightly into her ears, making Pinkie giggle cutely. Yet another pair wrapped around her stomach, the tips settling on her nipples and flicking them playfully, like a pair of dark, oily tongues. Were that not enough, Pinkie felt the random caresses of other strands of licorice, rubbing along her flesh, her hooves, her holes, seemingly everywhere. The pink pony was in heaven now, suspended in midair and feeling the caress of thousands of thin, oily licorice strands, tickling her seemingly everywhere. Bound and spread out, Pinkie could do little more but moan out in delight, writhing in ecstasy as she was molested.

"Y-Yes...." Pinkie hissed between moans, her back arching as she felt her pussy trembling. Even when she'd dated that one giant chocolate bunny, he was never this amazing! She could feel the licorice touching her everywhere, and the heat building up inside her was proving such a rush!

Not to be undone, another strand of licorice slithered up and stared her in the face. This one was different from the others, however. It was thicker than most stallion-hoods, and had a big, bulbous head at the very front. It slapped Pinkie across the face gently a few times, earning a wink from the party pony, who knew exactly what it wanted. Opening her mouth, Pinkie welcomed the large, black strand to come on in. It didn't need any more encouragement. Darting in as though its life depended on it, the licorice tendril shoved itself down her hot, wet throat, the giant, hard tendril proving quite rough as it began to pump in and out of her hot, dripping wet mouth. Moaning in delight, Pinkie wrapped her lips around the massive licorice cock and sucked, gently at first, but applying more and more suction as she got used to its violent, deep thrusts. All the while, the many tendrils working her pussy continued to tickle the wet, trembling flower, her clit now fully hardened with arousal, shivering and throbbing with each playful stroke of one of the thinner strands. Even her nipples felt hard from the tickling and poking licorice handling her there. It was only natural that she repay her generous lovers with all the suction her mouth could handle. She moaned passionately around the massive candy cock as it plowed her throat with the fury of a thousand stallions. It was hard to believe it could get any better.

Then she felt two more bulbous licorice heads behind her, one at her pussy, another pushing against her tight little plot hole. Her eyes widened with surprise as she felt the two large, hard, over-thick licorice tendrils pushing slowly into her. Oh yes, it was about to get so much better.

Within moments, the other two invaders had buried themselves fully inside her trembling holes, which squeezed them tightly in response, her muscles trying to pull them deeper inside her horny, slutty little body. She writhed in the air, her whole body on fire as the three giant licorice cocks fucked her holes, the smaller ones still working her clit, nipples, earlobes, anywhere they could get to, anywhere they could feel her. This was way better than being with a pony! Still, she couldn't help but wish that she had at least her forelegs unbound. If there was anything she was proud of, it was her hoof-job skills.

Alas, it wasn't to be. The creature held her tightly, keeping her fully spread out as she sucked eagerly on the tool ravaging her mouth, her hips bucking as much as they could, egging on the ones pounding her rear entrances. She wanted more. She wanted it harder, faster, more than any other lover could ever do to her. As though they could read her mind, the licorice tendrils happily obliged. The ones in her mouth and plot shoved themselves down to her stomach while the one in her pussy slammed full-bore, just shy of her cervix. This is the best sex ever! Pinkie thought jubilantly, her mind wandering in a sea of pleasures, both from the bitter-sweet taste of the licorice and from the expert sexual ministrations it was giving her. Even the tickling her clit, cuntlips and nipples were getting could be felt, driving her slowly into a lustful madness that she'd never experienced before.

And then, it happened. Suddenly, her every nerve exploded, as though she were throwing a million parties all at the same time. The fire inside her welled up until the sudden, white-hot release of orgasm sent her body into uncontrollable spasms. She moaned loudly around the tendril in her mouth, writhing along the length of the three massive tools that had taken her so deliciously, so completely. At the same time, she could feel hot, sweet liquid pouring itself into her mouth from the tendril she'd been so happily sucking. Not wanting to miss even a drop, she wrapped her lips tightly around the licorice strand, her plot hole and twat tightening in kind, squeezing to milk the other two tendrils as her innards were also bathed in licorice semen. When it was over, the three massive tools slipped out of her dripping wet body, and the smaller ones lowered her to the ground before uncoiling from her body and retracting into the field. Then, the three large ones pointed down and sprayed her from head to toe, leaving her as sticky and sweet on the outside as she was on the inside. She smiled warmly and rolled onto her back, licking her lips and gazing up the writhing fields of licorice with sultry, half-open eyes.

"That was fun," Pinkie moaned, her voice slightly raspy from the brutal throat fucking. "I think I'll try your red friends next."

Twilight Sparkle let out a soft moan as she opened her eyes, the familiar aching of her post-orgasmic body greeting her, making it hard to move. She looked down at herself and noticed, yet again, a giant wet spot on the blanket. Groaning, she struggled to get out of bed, her whole body feeling as though it'd been fucked for months on end. Her pussy was dripping freely now, leaving an easily-followed trail of love honey as she slowly moved over to the other bed. Pinkie wasn't in there, but she did notice the whole blanked was wet, as were the bedsheets. A cursory sniff confirmed that, yes, it was all from Pinkie's orgasm.

Damn, Twilight mused in disbelief. And I thought I came!

Trotting out of the guest room, she made her way downstairs to the library, where Pinkie Pie had already set three tall stacks of banana and blueberry pancakes, slathered in strawberry syrup, and was sitting with Spike, the two of them giggling and eating. Pinkie noticed Twilight and grinned from ear to ear.

"Hey there, Twi-Pie!" Pinkie chirped, way too damned cheerful for Twilight's liking right about now.

Twilight simply waved a fore-hoof and forced a smile before joining the others for breakfast. Given how she was feeling right now, she would have preferred breakfast in bed, but at least the pancakes were hot, fluffy and sweet.

"So," Pinkie chirped as she ate, "how was it?"

"Yeah," Twilight nodded softly, but suddenly found herself at a loss for words. She paused as she tried to come up with something other than 'that was the most fucked up thing I'd ever experienced in all my years, you freak.' She settled on something much more diplomatic. "That was interesting," she said softly. "Very interesting." Note to self, she thought, never buy licorice at Sugar Cube Corner. You don't know where it's been.

Totally unaware of his unfortunate timing, Spike joined the conversation. "Hey, Pinkie said she was going to bring us some licorice later today."

If looks could kill, Twilight's narrow, piercing gaze would have skinned Spike alive, then ground him up and made dragon burgers out of him.

However, since looks can't kill, Spike simply kept talking. "Man, it's been way too long since I've had some."

"Yeah!" Pinkie chirped. "Can't wait to get my mouth around some nice, hard, licorice!"

Twilight blinked a few times. "Hard...." She whispered in shock, her eyes slowly widening as her mind came up with many unfortunate mental images. "Mouth around... hard... licorice..."

Overcome with shock, Twilight fell over and fainted, her eyes frozen open and gazing in front of her blankly, her mouth twitching in reflex. Her notes could wait. Right now, she needed some time far, far away, in her nice, happy place.

"Huh?" Spike looked over at Twilight, scratching his head curiously.

"Maybe it was something I said?" Pinkie offered.