You lean forward and press your lips sensually into Chrysalis’ hard carapace. You moan into her and run your tongue up her neck.

“Wh-what are you doing!?” she cries, blushing.

“I want you, I need you,” you whisper, running your tongue all the way up her neck to her lips. “You don’t have to take my love, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you more than you can handle.”

“Oooooh~” Chrysalis moans sensually. “Kiss me, you incredibly attractive pony!”

Immediately, you press your lips to Chrysalis’ and run your tongue past her fangs and into her wet maw. Her long tongue immediately wraps around yours, leaving it ample room to enter and explore your mouth, going so far as to paint your tonsils with her saliva.

Wrapping your hooves around her flanks, you squeeze her hips into yours and moan loudly into her mouth. You lift her tail and-

“Woah, woah, woah!” Twilight Sparkle says, slamming the book shut quickly. “I didn’t know this was going to be pornographic! When in Equestria did you get into writing fictional Choose-Your-Own-Adventure pornography?”

“Hey, watch your mouth. This is not fiction,” the black pegasus across the table corrects, leaning over the table to snatch the book away. “This is an adaptation of my memoir, tentatively entitled, ‘Thunderlane: An Erotic Life’, into a form which allows the reader to experience my conquests. It’s a work of art and nonfiction, all at the same time.”

Twilight raises an eyebrow. “You know that the things in a memoir have to actually happen, right?”

“I totally bedded Queen Chrysalis!” Thunderlane protests.

“Oh, I’m not doubting that,” Twilight responds. “That bitch is notoriously promiscuous. What I am doubting is that you had a casual summer fling with Princess Luna, were intimate with every female Wonderbolt in one evening, or turned down a marriage proposal from Dragon Lord Ember.”

“Those all happened! I don’t need your disapproval, alright? I’m very sex-positive and it’s not my fault some ponies are judgmental prudes.”

Twilight’s horn glows, removing the book from his grasp and floating it back over to her. Opening it to a specific page, she places it back down at the table and taps it with a hoof. “And what about this part here where it says I let you give me a butt massage? I guarantee that never happened.”

Thunderlane’s eyes flicked back and forth between the page and Twilight. “We can make it happen, if you want.”

Twilight scoffs in disgust and rubs her eyes with a hoof. “Look, I love to proofread, but I can’t edit this smut for you. It’s immoral. If you really need an editor, go take this to Rarity, she eats this kind of stuff for breakfast.”

“Fine,” Thunderlane indignantly sneers, snatching the book away and putting it into his saddlebags. “She owes me one anyway.”

SECRET ENDING 1 (REJECTED BY BOOK PUBLISHER)