"AHH!" Twilight cried, head shooting up from the top of her desk.

The startled mare looked around frantically, confused as to why she was no longer being held aloft by numerous slimy tentacles. And then, it all came back to her.

'It was just a dream...' She finally realized, feeling a tinge of disappointment.

Shaking her head, Twilight collected her scrambled thoughts. Reaching up, she rubbed a sore ache on the back of her neck. No doubt it was a result of her sleeping face down on the hard wooden desk she happened to be seated at. A tiny puddle of droll had been left behind where her face was, smeared from when she suddenly jerked up. Based on the other things strewn about on the desk, she had apparently dozed off while in the middle of writing next month's schedule planner, again.

"It felt so real..." She mumbled to herself quietly, looking around the inside of the large study that made up a majority of the top floor of her home here in Canterlot.

Shifting slightly in her chair, Twilight suddenly realized just how wet her seat felt. Looking down, she briefly wondered if the tentacles had actually reappeared, but no. As it turned out, it was something she was surprised that she hadn't smelled sooner.

"I guess that makes sense..." She sighed, recognizing part of the reason why the dream had felt so real...

Her pinkish-purple pajama pants were absolutely drenched and a puddle of foul-smelling yellowish liquid surrounded her butt. More was pooled around the legs of the chair itself as well.

But rather than feel embarrassed or ashamed at the realization that she'd had an accident in her sleep, Twilight merely sighed and shrugged. This was nothing particularly of the ordinary in the grand scheme of things.

Stretching her arms up over her head, Twilight let out a long yawn and turned to glance out of the ginormous window which took up most of the far wall of the study. It was still pretty dark but the sun was just starting to peek up over the horizon, shading the entire city of Canterlot in a beautiful spectrum of reds, oranges, and yellows.

"Another beautiful morning in Canterlot..." she mused absentmindedly, scanning the many dimly lit bookcases that lined the walls of her home. She pondered how many other mares might be waking up in similar circumstances all across the Equestria right now...

Glancing up at a clock on the wall, it read: 5:45. This was early, even for somepony like her.

Turning back to her desk, she opened a tiny drawer and fished out her schedule for today. After the dream she'd just had, Twilight was going to triple check everything on it. Starting from the top, she worked her way down the list of timestamps.

At 7:50 she was expecting a brand new shipment of books, courtesy of the Princess. Typically, whenever she was sent these kinds of shipments, it usually meant that there was some kind of big test coming up. She'd have to set aside some time to look through them all...

Next, at 9:00 AM she was, unfortunately, being mandated by the princess to leave the house for a few hours. Twilight never understood why the princess always insisted on this so much. Why should she waste her time going outside when she could be using it to keep working on her studies at home? It just didn't make sense. Still, Twilight didn't dare disobey a direct order from the Princess herself.

Further down on the list, Twilight remembered that she also needed to prepare for her friend Moondancer's birthday party later this afternoon. She groaned. It was always a struggle finding a suitable gift for one of her friends. Pretty much all Twilight ever wanted was more books, but that probably wouldn't fly for a majority of them. Thankfully, Moondancer was at least a bit easier in that regard.

But as her thoughts wandered through different present ideas, Twilight was abruptly reminded of the other reason that her dream had felt so vivid.

"Ah~!" She gasped, startled by a sudden spike of pleasure from her crotch as one of her hands happened to graze her inner thigh. She was still incredibly horny...

'I guess... I do have some extra time before the shipment arrives...' She thought, biting her bottom lip.

Twilight made a quick check around the room, looking for any potential signs that a certain dragon might already be up and about. Once sure that she wouldn't be interrupted, Twilight leaned back in her chair. Normally she'd wait to do this kind of thing in the privacy of her own bedroom, but there was no harm in having a little fun out here too, right?

Feeling a bit of gitty excitement at the prospect of pleasuring herself outside of her room for once, Twilight slid one hand down along her stomach, gradually lowering her fingers down into wet fabric that concealed her hot marehood. She felt sharp jolt of pleasure as she finally made contact.

"Mnf~..."

Spike murmured incoherently as he rubbed the blurriness from his vision. Removing his knuckles, he shied away from the dim sunlight that was coming in through his bedroom window. He'd been woken up by the sound of what he thought was somepony shouting. More than likely, it was probably just Twilight getting angry or excited about something she'd just read in one of her books. It wouldn't be the first time...

Squinting as he looked out his bedroom window, Spike was honestly surprised to see how early it was. While Twilight could sometimes be a bit of an early bird, it was a little odd for her to be awake already, especially after working as late into the night as she was.

As much as Spike wanted to just go right back to sleep, a part of his brain nagged him that he should at least go check and make sure that everything was alright. The last thing they needed was for some crazy burglar trying to break in, hoping that Princess Celestia's prized protege would have something worth stealing.

Spike slowly clambered out of bed, his vision still pretty fuzzy as he rubbed his eyes again. He was wearing a simple grey t-shirt along with a pair of dark-green boxer shorts. Shuffling over to his bedroom door, he let out a long yawn, already anticipating his jump back into bed.

Reaching out, he lazily grabbed the doorknob and eased the door open just a crack so that he could peer out into the study beyond. Half-heartedly scanning the room, he was just about to call it all clear when he noticed some blurry movement on the far side of the room. Quirking an eyebrow, he reached up one final time to rub his eyes again.

As his vision finally focused, Spike's face transitioned from it's usual dark purple and green to a bright shade of red in less than a second as he suddenly realized what he was looking at.

In full view of the whole room, Twilight was laid back at one of her desks and was masturbating furiously. Her left hand was attached to her right breast, rolling and groping it while her other hand found was digging down deep between her thighs. If all that wasn't enough, he could quite clearly see a yellow puddle surrounding her chair and even the dark streaks trailing down the legs of her pajamas.

Suddenly more awake than he'd ever felt in his nineteen years of life, Spike quickly ran through his options.

He could either A, close the door and try to erase this from his memory.

'Yea, not a chance.' He quickly decided.

B, he could make himself known and endure what would probably end up being the most awkward encounter he'd ever been a part of.

'Definitely not.'

Or C: ...Enjoy the show...

It took Spike only a moment to settle on a decision as he quickly slipped a clawed hand down into his fully tented boxer shorts. With a grunt, he began eagerly stroking his rock-hard shaft while he watched the spectacle, tiny puffs of smoke leaking out from his nostrils with each pump.

"S-Spike...want..." He grunted quietly, fingers sliding firmly up and down the long length of his cock...

Waves of mind-numbing pleasure spread out through Twilight's entire body as she rapidly stroked her pussy through the piss-soaked fabric that was covering it.

She was imagining herself still being held aloft in the cold and slimy grip of the tentacles from her dream. Thrust after thrust, they pounded both her holes at the same time, filling every corner and crevice inside her with their tingly orgasmic slime.

Another prodded at her lips, prompting her to open her mouth wide. The imaginary phallus didn't hesitate to slide into awaiting maw, plunging itself down into her throat. It pumped back and forth, keeping in perfect rhythm with its brothers down below.

The one ravenously plowing her pussy started to pick up the pace as the inner walls of her passage hugged and squeezed at its slender sticky length. She let loose a pleasure-filled cry as she pictured its brother delving deeper and deeper up into her bowels. Her anus clenched tightly around the invader, causing Twilight to tremble as she felt the tentacle glide almost effortlessly in and out of her asshole.

Two more tentacles reached up from below and tore off what little had remained of her uniform with a single swipe, leaving her completely vulnerable and exposed. The pair then coiled around both of her large perky breasts, massaging and squeezing them together. The rapid thrusts were getting faster and faster, going deeper and deeper as Twilight felt herself quickly approaching a peak.

But then, just as it seemed like she would reach a roaring climax, all three of the slimy intruders reared back at the same time. Twilight was left puzzled for only a moment though as suddenly they all thrust forward into her one last time. Twilight's back arched as she instantly came. Her whole body shuddered as she could almost feel the thick ropes of spunk that would fill her holes to the brim. Green goop oozed out around the tentacles' pulsating lengths, dripping down off her chin as her eyes rolled back and her horn hummed...

Twilight bathed in the sticky afterglow from what ended up being an incredibly intense orgasm. She finally went limp in her chair after a few moments, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Her eyes slowly started to drift closed while her rigid nipples poked up through the damp and slightly sweaty fabric of her pajamas.

*Thrump!*

In a flash of panicky movement, Twilight lept up out of her chair, scrambling back behind her desk. The seconds that followed were drowned in a tense silence before, finally, a set of purple eyes peered up over the edge of the desk. They were wide as Twilight quickly scanned around the study. The loud sound which startled her came from somewhere on the other side of the room.

'What in Equestria was that?!' She thought while numerous possibilities ran through her dopamine addled mind in rapid succession. From it being the result of a book that just so happened to fall from a nearby shelf to a crazed serial killer that was here to get her.

But after waiting for a full minute without spotting anything out of the ordinary, Twilight slowly stood up. Casting a spell, she flung a ball of white light into the tall ceiling above. It shone down over the entire room, revealing up every dark corner a pony could hide in. She scanned the room one more time, cheeks glowing red as pondered the idea that somepony might have been watching her this whole time.

'...Could it have just been Spike?' She wondered, suddenly realizing that his bedroom door was actually in the same general direction the sound originated from.

Tip-toeing as quietly as she could in her piss soaked pajamas, Twilight snuck up to Spike's closed bedroom door. Reaching out, she slowly turned the knob, cracking the door open just wide enough for her to peer inside. She let out a breath of relief as she saw Spike still strewn out in his bed, lying face-down on a pillow where he snored quietly.

'Well... I guess it wasn't him then.' She eventually decided, closing the door slowly behind herself as not to wake the sleeping dragon from his peaceful slumber as she continued her search...

*Creeeek-Click!*

"..."

"Okay, that was way too close for comfort," Spike whispered to himself, letting out a relieved sigh.

He had just barely been able to get back into his bed in time to avoid being found out. It was already a miracle that she didn't see the huge white splotch plastered over his side of the door. He would have to clean that up before Twilight had a chance to discover it, but for now, he was just thankful to have not been caught.

'Damn forceful dragon cum! He inwardly groaned, shaking his head at the absurdity of that statement.

Still, he was thankful to have successfully gotten away with one of his riskiest meat-beating operations to date. Truthfully, this was far from the first time he'd jerked it to his adoptive big sister, but it was certainly the first time he'd ever caught the mare in the act herself. Granted, he highly doubted that he was the one dominating her thoughts back there...

Ever since hitting puberty, he'd started to have... less-than-brotherly feelings for his sister slash mother. It was something he'd come to accept over the years, but still, it felt so wrong. Granted, Incestuous relationships weren't the most uncommon thing in Equestria, yet there was just something about the attraction he'd built up for Twilight that had always made him feel guilty.

Not to mention, there was no doubt in his mind that she didn't share the same kind of feelings for him. Or at least, if she did, the mare was a master at hiding it. It would probably never work out anyway...

Rolling over in bed, Spike sighed and tilted his head down to stare at the comical white splatter he'd left behind on his bedroom door. Reaching down underneath his mattress, he fetched a roll of paper towels that he'd stowed for this exact purpose. Still, cleanup was going to take a while and he'd need to be careful to not make any noise unless he wanted Twilight checking in on him again...

She had been searching for what felt like ages, but so far, Twilight had been unable to find any reasonable explanation for the strange and quite loud sound that startled her during a very intimate moment. Eventually, she was forced to give up the hunt, albeit reluctantly. Leaving stones unturned was never her strong suit.

'Well, whatever that was, it doesn't seem like anypony was watching me at least...' She thought, regrettably still not one hundred percent certain of that fact herself though.

Casting another quick spell, instantly the heavy musk of arousal and urine vanished from the air around her. The stains left behind from her accident were still quite clearly visible, but she wasn't too concerned about that. If anything, it would help to conceal any other stains that her little session left behind...

"Now... what to do with the rest of this rather eventful morning..."

Author's Notes:

Fun fact of the chapter: I think I re-wrote the dream sequence about 5 times before settling on a final version.