I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR LOVE

Chapter 2: What's your number?

Twilight raised her head and sleepily smacked her lips. What's that familiar taste- Looking down, she found her gaze drawn to a maroon mare's... well, marehood below her. The fur of her coat was in disarray, and a heavenly scent wafted up from the organ which was winking at her slightly in time with the mare's breathing. Oh. Well, that explains that.

Rising to her hooves she stretched first her forelegs, then her rear set as well as her back, letting the vertebrae snap into place. From this vantage point, it was easier to see all of Cheerilee, who was sleeping on her back with one foreleg draped across her chest, and a line of dried drool coming from her mouth- Oh, wait. That's not drool. Looking to the other two, Twilight found Spitfire and Trixie, lying in each other's hooves. How adorable! Even as she thought that, the librarian couldn't help but feel a stab of worry. The source of the feeling was a mystery to her, but she couldn't help but chew her lip over it.

Shaking her head to clear it, Twilight quietly made her way over to the bathroom, and surprising Spike as he walked out of it. “Oh! Twilight! Goo...ood morning,” he yawned.

“Morning,” she mumbled. She was never at her best until she had at least one cup of coffee. She noticed something odd and said, “Spike?”

The dragon paused and turned to her, using a towel to dry his ear fins. “Yeah, Twi?”

Twilight walked over until she stood over him, her head directly above. She startled and stepped back, exclaiming, “Spike! You've grown!”

“I have?” he asked. Standing up straight, he found that he was now almost eye-level with her mouth. “Yes! He hissed as he pumped his fist and performed a little dance.

Twilight stopped him by placing a hoof on his head and turning him to face her. “You haven't been hoarding again, have you?”

Spike waved her concern of with a paw. “Oh, Twilight. That's all behind me now. I wish you'd quit reminding me of that day.”

Twilight gave him a quick hug. “I'm sorry, Spike, but I had to make sure.”

The dragon returned the hug. “No Problem,” he said, then looked carefully at her face. “Um, Twi? You got something on your face. Did you fall asleep onto your teacup again?”

Eyes widening in surprise, then horror as she realized what he was talking about, she desperately clung to the lifeline Spike had inadvertently thrown her. “Huh? Oh, tea! Yes, um, that's exactly what happened. Boy, you sure know me, Spike. Well, I better go clean up, and don't worry about the cup, I'll clean it up later, really!” Still in the early stages of panic mode, the librarian slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her, and looked into the mirror.

Oh, sweet Celestia, I'm a mess! Indeed, that was an understatement. The remains of dried fluids clung to her face and horn, turning her coat and bangs into a rat's nest. Turning around, she saw her rear was in no better shape. In fact, everything was on display thanks to her still being so aroused, her tail seemed to be stuck in it's lifted position. Her marehood was red and looked well-bucked, making her blush hard. Oh, roadapples! I hope Spike didn't see that. That's the last thing I need to do right now is to sit him down and explain the birds and the bees to him. But deep down, she knew that was exactly what needed to happen. With what he could potentially be exposed to living under the same roof as the four of us, he's bound to see something not meant for his eyes eventually. Best to nip it in the bud before it becomes a bigger problem.

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Slowly raising her head from its comfortable resting spot, Spitfire rose, opening her eyes to just slits. She wobbled on her hooves dangerously as she tottered towards the bathroom, intent on relieving the pressure on her bladder. It was only after she had walked in and sat down on the toilet, that she noticed the sound of rain. Was it scheduled to rain today?

It was while yawning hugely that Spitfire noticed the steam and the fact that the bathroom was a comfortable temperature, despite the late season. Turning her head to the right, she finally took notice of the shower which was in use, and the familiar humming of Twilight as she bathed. A devious grin crept on to her face, and she quietly slid the curtain open just enough to slip in.

She crept up behind Twilight, who was vigorously shampooing her mane. With great care, she slowly started working the lather in, gradually increasing pressure until her victim gasped and turned around in surprise.

“Spitfire!” Twilight gasped with a hoof over her heart.

The pegasus advanced on Twilight, who backed up until her rump bumped into the wall behind her. Placing a forehoof on either side of the unicorn's head, Spitfire leaned in for a kiss. The water cascaded down the two of them, drenching them both as their tongues danced to a rhythm only the two of them could hear.

Twilight pulled the mare closer, letting her hooves slide around her to the dock of her tail. She mashed and rubbed the well-muscled cheeks in her hooves, then moved back to gently yank and pull the tail, eliciting moans of pleasure from the Wonderbolt.

A blast of cold air took them by surprise as the curtain was yanked open, revealing Trixie and Cheerilee, who stood there with looks of undisguised lust on their faces. Without a word, the two newcomers stepped in and closed the curtain behind them.

The shower head inundated the four mares as Twilight was pressed in on all sides now. All four stood upright on their hind legs with Twilight being licked or kissed by the other three. Trixie and Cheerilee moved her forehooves to their marehoods, rubbing them around until she got the idea and took over the action on her own.

Moans of pleasure and the sounds of licking and wet kisses soon drowned out the falling water, and the steam had as much to do with the temperature of the water as it did the temperature of the warm bodies making all the noise. Spitfire wedged one of her legs in between Twilight's, and started hunching her hips up and down, forward and back, and side-to-side as the mares to either side of them used the lavender mare's hooves in a similar manner. Possession of her mouth changed hooves constantly, with one kiss melding into another, and a few more bite marks were added to the librarian's collection.

A squirt of cold shampoo caused everypony's eyes to shoot open in surprise, even Trixie, who was the one who had applied the white, creamy substance. Between the four bodies rubbing, it wasn't long until a thick lather had been worked up, coating all of them. Forehooves worked the suds into their coats, with special attention paid to sensitive areas.

With all the slippery sliding of wet flesh against flesh, the moans escalated to whines and shallow breaths. The four of them climaxed together, feeding off of each other's high, extending their orgasm to heretofore inexperienced lengths. Their motions slowed to a stop, and Spitfire wheezed out, “We.. should get out... The water's... turning cold...”

Nodding in agreement, Twilight used her telekinesis to shut off the water. One by one, they stepped out of the somewhat cramped stall, and toweled themselves off. When Twilight finished, she cheerily dropped her towel into the laundry hamper and walked out. “I'll go start breakfast. See you girls downstairs!” she said with unseemly energy for somepony who had just had sex with three mares.

Spitfire shook her head in amazement. “How the buck does she do it?”

“I don't know,” Cheerilee answered, “but this glam gal is going to enjoy the choice ride for as long as she can stand it.” Her tired, but goofy grin was mirrored by Trixie.

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“Better hurry up Spike, or we'll leave you behind!” Twilight shouted from the front door. She tapped her forehoof impatiently, mentally counting to twenty. She was about to call again when Spike appeared at the bottom of the stairs, a rolled up sheet of paper in his grasp.

The small dragon ran out the door, pulling it shut behind himself. “Sorry, Twilight,” he apologized, “I had to find my application form.”

Twilight rolled her eyes as she shook her head. “You know, you don't really need to do that. I'm sure Pinkie will let you commentate with her from the balloon again this year.” She turned around and started off towards the town hall, trotting fast to catch up with her fillyfriends.

“I know, but I want this to be official,” Spike replied. “What if there's a talent agent or something out there this time who hears me and wants to recruit me?” He ran a paw over his cranial spines, letting them spring up in a neat row. “How would they find me if they don't know who it was? Did you know that Berry Punch said that I had a really good voice over a microphone? Said I really had a voice for radio,” he noted.

Chuckling, Twilight said, “I kinda doubt there's going to be many vocal talent scouts at a marathon race, Spike.”

Spike indignantly huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “You never know. It's still possible.”

“Yes, and it's possible I'm a time traveling incarnation of a fundamental force of nature, waiting to rejoin my fellow incarnations, but it's highly unlikely,” Twilight retorted as they caught up with her fillyfriends.

“On the contrary,” Trixie interjected, “you are an incarnation of a force of nature. You, my dear,” she bopped the librarian on the nose gently, “are obviously made of pure sex.”

With a chuckle, Cheerilee added, “Well, she certainly tastes like it.”

Twilight was struck dumb, and Spitfire facehoofed. Spike looked at them, then at his caregiver with a confused expression. Further awkwardness was stemmed by the sudden arrival of Pinkie-Pie and her now constantly-present fillyfriend. “Good news, everyone! They're allowing two announcers in the balloon officially!”

“I better go sign up before the other slot is taken!” Spike said before running off to the town hall.

The librarian looked to her friends. “So, I take it then that you both signed up for your respective roles already?”

Dash nodded and polished her hoof on her chest. “Yup! I don't like to brag or anything,” a collective cough from the group greeted this bit of false modesty, which was ignored, “but I managed to land the sexiest number of them all.” She presented her number tag proudly to them. “Read it and weep, ladies. Sixty-nine.”

Trixie sniffed at her. “Trixie is not impressed. She will be getting number seventy-two.”

“And I,” Cheerilee added with a wink, “will be getting seventy-nine.”

As Twilight went to what was becoming her default reaction of facehoof, Pinkie-Pie sidled up to her and whispered into her ear. “Wow, they're bigger horndogs than Dashie. I never even heard of turning those numbers into something sexual.”

Twilight just groaned as she trotted faster to the town hall, hoping that forty-two was still open.

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As she walked in, Twilight noticed one of the ponies was ponying the registration desk and couldn't help but smile. “Afternoon, Amethyst Star. How are things with you?”

The pale magenta unicorn looked up from her paperwork and smiled at her. “Afternoon, Miss Twilight. Everything's pretty good so far. Listen,” she leaned forward so they could talk without being overheard from the three other volunteers stationed further down the table. “I wanted to thank you again for talking to the mayor and getting me this job when her old assistant left for Canterlot. Here.” She put a rolled up piece of paper into Twilight's hoof as she took the mare's registration form.

Curious, Twilight unrolled the paper to discover that it was a number tag for a racer. For the forty-second racer, in fact. “That is the one, right? I mean, I never read that book myself, so I'm not sure,” Amethyst asked.

Twilight's grin allayed her fears. “It's not just from the book, you know.” She turned to present her flank and show off her cutie mark. “There are actually forty-two points on all the stars in my cutie mark, so you see, I have a special place in my life for that number.”

“Wow, I never thought of that before,” the younger unicorn exclaimed. “I wonder if there's a special number hidden in my cutie mark too?” She turned her head to examine her flank.

Chuckling, Twilight waved off her statement. “Oh, it's nothing like that. Forty-two comes up in my life about as often as any other number. Believe me, I've checked. On an average day, three comes up more often than any other number, but that's likely just a trend that occurred over the nearly month-and-a-half long experiment I ran. I just try to get forty-two whenever possible, because the number has special meaning to me.”

Twilight felt somepony brushing up against her side as they approached. “Mmm... I missed my rad girl,” Cheerilee murmured.

A sheen of sweat appeared on Twilight's forehead. “Cheery, not here,” she hissed through clenched teeth, “ponies are watching.”

“Let them. They'll have to go get their own Twilights,” she retorted. “This one's ours.”

Amethyst's eyes widened at the scene before her, and thanked her lucky stars that her mother and Dinky Doo were out shopping at the moment. “Um, Miss Cheerilee? Are you here to register for the race too?”

The teacher glanced at her former pupil through half-lidded eyes as she rubbed cheeks with a nervous Twilight. “Mmm... that and one other thing. I've already registered with one of your assistants, but she said that I need to come to you for this,” she said as she hoofed over a paper.

Looking over the paper, Amethyst's eyes widened. “Oh!” she cried with a blush. “I- I didn't realize that... um, that is, you're... ah...” Her stammered reply trailed off into a mumbled apology.

With her eyes still locked onto the younger mare's, the normally staid teacher boldly licked Twilight's cheek, who stood as if petrified. “It's just a change of address, Amethyst Star. Nothing to get juiced over.”

Spitfire walked up on the other side of Twilight and hoofed over her own paper. “Minuette said to see you about a change of address?” she asked the stunned mare. When no response was forthcoming, she tapped the desk with a hoof, waking her from her stare. “Hello? Change of address?”

Shaking her head, Amethyst Star took the paper from her. “Of course. Sorry, I-” Her voice froze when she read the new address. “Y-y-y-you mean you're...”

Arching an eyebrow, the pegasus put on her best drill instructor face. “Yyyeeesss?” she drawled.

Thinking fast, Amethyst said, “Yyyooouuu'rrreee gonna love living here! We all do! Right, girls?” She looked to her assistants as her voice went shrill. The other three mares nodded vigorously, scared of the vibes coming from the quietly terrifying Wonderbolt.

A piece of paper surrounded in a magenta aura dropped into the quaking mare's field of vision. “The Great and Powerful Trixie believes that this form is required for your perusal?”

With even wider eyes, Amethyst read through the relevant entries of the form and tried to find her now vacant voice. All three of them? At once? Then the rumors are true! Celestia, how does she even find the energy to... With a blush forming on her cheeks took all three forms and put them away for later filing. “Sooo... you two find our little town to your liking?” she ventured, trying to come up with something to cover the awkward silence filling the air.

“Trixie likes very much. Though to be honest, it's more about the ponies here than the town itself. They're just so... friendly,” she said as she nibbled on Cheerilee's ear.

Twilight broke the awkward silence that had resettled over them by proclaiming very loudly, “Well, thank you for all your help, Amethyst, we'll see you at the race tomorrow, bye now!” She pushed all three of her fillyfriends out the door, Trixie and Cheerilee looking as if they were about to orgasm right then and there from the rough treatment.

Minuette sidled up to the younger unicorn, saying in a low voice, “Wow, who'd have thought it, huh?” Shaking her head, she added, “It's always the quiet ones.”

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Twilight didn't stop pushing until they were around the back of the town hall. Once there, she slumped down and heaved a great sigh. Immediately, the other three came forward to offer her comfort. “Hon, what's wrong?” Spitfire asked.

“Just... exhausted,” she replied.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Trixie inquired.

“No...” Twilight answered. “Well... m-maybe?” She looked at them hopefully.

Cheerilee looked at her, close to tears. “Name it, bodacious babe! Anything! Anything at all!”

Twilight nervously shuffled her hooves. “Could you... maybe tone down the flirting in public? Just a teeny skosh?”

Trixie and Cheerilee looked at each other and bowed down low to Twilight. “Your wish is our command, Mistress,” they said and kissed her hooves.

Twilight and Spitfire seemed shocked and disturbed by this display. What they found most disturbing was just how much this turned them on. Looking at each other, they nodded simultaneously. Without a further word, Twilight teleported them all to her bedroom, which still hadn't been made up from their last bout of love making, and it looked like it would be a while longer before it was cleaned up.

The lavender mare silently motioned them to stand in a line all facing the balcony window behind her, which she telekinetically closed and curtained off. Her horn glowed again as a magical bubble was erected to block sound from passing either way, and sealing the door from all intrusion. Breathing in deeply, she realized that the room desperately needed to be aired out. The smell of sex hung cloyingly in the air, like an overdose of perfume. But that could be done later. Right now, the smell only enhanced the mood for what was about to happen.

“Ever since my... dream was revealed to all of us,” Twilight said as she began pacing in front of them, “I've been doing some... independent research. I know that there are certain spells that could be used to achieve that particular goal, so I've been studying them. All of them.” She let that sink in for a moment.

“If you ladies are amenable, we can try the... ah, most fun option. Naturally, this will only be a practice run, so nopony will have to... 'take maternity leave', so to speak.” She stopped her pacing and faced them, a determined look in her eyes, and a firm set to her jaw. “So, what say you?”

Spitfire thought about it for a moment while Trixie and Cheerilee were practically salivating at the thought of what her spell might do. “We trust you, Twilight,” the pegasus answered.

Twilight smiled as she walked behind them. “I'm going to cast a spell now, but I want you to keep looking forward. No matter what you see, hear, or... smell, I want you to promise me that you won't look back until I say so, alright?”

“We promise, Mistress,” all three responded.

Being called that by them caused the purple mare to shudder in anticipation. “If you do look back,” she added, “I shall be forced to... punish you.” Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the magic at her disposal. She focused her mind on shaping the power into the form required, sweating a little at the effort. Twilight had cast plenty of spells before that required more energy, but few were as deviously complex as this one. One did not alter their physiology so drastically without serious thought to the possible consequences.

When she was satisfied that the magic had taken the proper form, she released the spell into her body. A soothing warmth overtook her starting from her horn, and washed over her like a cascade of warm honey. Hormones were released into her bloodstream causing her to feel tingly all over. The librarian looked at the mares in front of her, taking careful note of their sexes. She didn't have to be close to smell their arousal, the wetness on their folds told the story to anypony with eyes in their head. The way they shuffled on their hooves and lifted their tails, let her know that they were ready to be bred.

The tingling magic finally reached her own marehood causing her to gasp. Trixie almost looked back to see what had happened, but caught herself in time. “Mmmm...” Twilight purred. She ran a forehoof down her chest and across her belly towards her dripping marehood, but found her way impeded by the appearance of a long, svelte, slightly upwardly curved... penis. “Ooo!” she cried when her hard hoof made contact with the wholly unfamiliar organ. She stroked the length, feeling the veins pulse in time with her heartbeat.

The heat emanating from the large erection against her belly contrasted with the cooler air in the room, raising the hackles on her back. Twilight gently rubbed her hoof on the flat head of her new spear, gathering a dollop of pre-cum, bringing it to her mouth. She shivered in delight as she tasted herself, savoring the not-quite male flavor.

Twilight opened her eyes just in time to see Cheerilee face forward again quickly. She stepped forward, climbing onto her back as if to mount her from behind. Her brand new cock slid between the mare's legs, parting her breasts as it did, causing her to shudder in pleasure. “You want this, don't you?” she whispered into the mare's ear, cocking her hips so that her penis smacked into her belly with a fleshy SLAP.

The earth pony could only find the self-control to nod. “You... need it, don't you?” Twilight continued, reveling in her newfound power. Hunching her hips with a twist, her cock made sweeping motions across Cheerilee's belly, snagging on her breasts at each extreme, pulling a gasp from the mare. Again, another nod. “Sssay it.” she said in a sibilant hiss.

“I-I n-need it-” Cheerilee's voice faltered when Twilight humped into her rump, her breasts meeting with the teacher's sex with a loud wet SMACK that echoed in the room. The male organ however, had slid far up Cheerilee's abdomen, almost reaching her chest.

“What do you need, Cheery? Use your words,” Twilight said.

“I-I-I n-need your...”

“Yes?”

“I need your cock in me!” the teacher shouted.

Twilight kissed her neck. “You need my cock in you, what?” she drawled, grinding her breasts into Cheerilee's marehood, taking special care to be sure that one of her nipples rubbed against the heated mare's clit.

“I need you cock in me, Mistress!” she gasped out.

With a lick at her neck, Twilight commented, “See? That wasn't so difficult, was it?”

A shake of Cheerilee's head answered her. “N-no Mistress.”

Twilight climbed down from the mare's back. “However, you broke your promise, so you need to be punished.” Cheerilee's eyes widened and she whimpered; but she didn't turn around. “Ergo, you shall be...” she smacked the quivering mare on the rump, eliciting a gasp from her, “last.”

Plopping down on her rump, Twilight slid her hind legs out in front of her, and reclined back, letting her forehooves prop her up from behind. The cock stood proud, pulsing with the beat of her heart, and leaking lubricant from the flat tip. “You may turn around, now. All of you.”

They did so, and gasped as one at the sight before them. Twilight smiled at their reactions, but was unsurprised by them. Included in her spell was a pheromone enhancer that combined with their already aroused state, had them quite literally drooling at the prospect of sex. She pointed at Cheerilee, then patted the ground next to her. As the earth pony sauntered over, she said, “You're to sit here and watch until your turn arrives, understand?” She received a nod in return. “You will not touch any of us, or yourself. Clear?” The tortured mare whimpered as she nodded again.

Twilight motioned the other two forward, and they eagerly knelt before her. She didn't even need to tell them what to do. They immediately pounced on her erection, licking and kissing it as if they were poisoned and it contained the only antidote. The librarian allowed her head to loll back and groaned in ecstasy. Their combined tongues, lips, and hooves were having a definite effect on the mare. Her cock which had been standing straight up before, was now harder than ever.

Unable to withstand it any longer, Twilight motioned them off of her and rose to her hooves. “Spitfire, lay down on your back,” she directed. The pegasus wasted no time with a verbal acknowledgment, instead obeying with alacrity. When she lay on her back, panting as if she had run a marathon, Twilight nodded her approval and said, “Now Trixie, lay on top of her, belly to belly.”

“With pleasure, Mistress!” the showpony eagerly complied.

Once she was in position, Twilight walked around the two now embracing ponies, taking in the sight before her, and letting them watch her as her cock bounced up and down with each step. When she came up behind them once again, she looked over to Cheerilee to make sure she was watching it all. There were two ever-widening puddles on the pallet; one under her head as she leaned forward, trying vainly to get a taste of anything, and another under her rump.

Chuckling to herself, the librarian took up position behind the cuddling mares. With skillful maneuvering of her hips, Twilight dragged her penis across their lips, picking up the moisture spilling over from their cunnies. Unable to take it anymore herself, she plunged into Spitfire, almost to the hilt in one fluid motion. All four mares gasped in unison, almost covering the loud SQUEALCH sound resulting from the sudden action.

She took a moment to savor the unfamiliar sensation of actually being inside her lover. The slickness of her walls, the warmth of her body, the simple knowledge that they were now connected in the most intimate of ways all demanded her attention. It was almost like her entire being was surrounded by the first mare with whom she had ever fallen in love. In a very real sense, it was an realization of that foalish infatuation's transformation into true love.

Twilight pulled out until half her turgid length was exposed, glistening with Spitfire's honey; then plunged back in with unseemly haste and vigor. Spitfire responded by flexing and relaxing her muscles, so that it felt like she was trying to milk Twilight's cock of any and all life-giving liquids. After her third thrust, she pulled out completely and dived into Trixie, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from the azure mare below her.

Twilight took a moment to appreciate the differences between the two. Trixie was somehow softer, yet tighter than the athlete. She was plumbing the depths of of a silky smooth, yet inexplicably tight, pliable tunnel; one that molded itself to her shape, but constrained it in ways she couldn't explain.

A few more thrusts, and she went back to Spitfire. Back and forth, in and out, aggressive and soft, she alternated between them. When she was in the pegasus, her lover would cry out with an “Ah!” when every thrust bottomed out against her cervix. When she was in the unicorn, her lover would squeak like a mouse “Eee!” All of them were covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, causing Trixie to slide against Spitfire, their breasts rubbing against each other. Their nipples were so stiff, they poked into one another like cleats.

Unable to hold back anymore, Twilight left Trixie's gaping sex, and thrust her shaft between both mares. She could feel both their clits as well as their nipples dig into her flesh, and drag along her length as she thrust in and out between them. All three of them reached for the clouds together, cries of ecstasy rebounding off the walls of Twilight's spell. Twilight's warm, semen smeared between them after each pulsing buck, their sweat and musk mingling with it and the juices that had been lubricating Twilight's member.

With the last, Earth-shattering push, Twilight fell backwards and lay spent, her new organ suddenly pliant and drooling a line of semen on the pallet. Trixie rolled off of Spitfire, both in a cloud of endorphins, wearing silly grins.

The lavender unicorn looked over to Cheerilee to be greeted with the sight of an absolutely wrecked mare. A fine layer of sweat coated her, and her eyes were dilated so wide, it was a wonder she hadn't gone blind yet. Her hooves kept twitching like she was going to bring them to her marehood, but all four were kept planted firmly on the floor.

Taking pity on the poor mare, she gestured towards the other mares. “You may clean them up, Cheery.” No further prompting was needed. The schoolmarm dashed over to them, eagerly licking them clean of all their leavings. Trixie and Spitfire were still very sensitive, but too exhausted to do more than moan in protest.

Twilight watched her work, but soon found her attention focused on the mare's deliciously round rear end, which was waving enticingly in front of her. With surprising resilience, the librarian found herself hard as steel once more, and an eager and waiting female in front of her.

Careful to not make a sound, Twilight stood on her hind legs alone, and with one hoof on her shaft to aim, she lunged forward, impaling the surprised, but very willing mare on her cock to the hilt, all in a single motion. Taking a moment again to familiarize herself with her lover's inner workings, she marveled at how she was different from the other two. With Cheerilee, it was all sensual decadence. Where she lacked the tightness of the others, there was a certain... plushness to her that invited you to stay forever. Indeed, grasping the mare's hips to properly bear down, Twilight noticed that she slid around so easily, she was able to gyrate her hips, allowing her to prod areas that would be difficult with the others.

Twilight dropped so that her body rested on top of the strong earth pony, and made shallow, but vigorous thrusts into her, letting the natural instincts that came with her magical appendage take over. The instincts were so strong, that she bit the teacher's neck, coming close to drawing blood.

It didn't take long for either mare to climax, sending each other over the edge. Unable to support them any longer, Cheerilee collapsed to the pallet in between Trixie and Spitfire, her lover still atop her, and penis still lodged within. As all four mares drifted off, and the magic creating the organ dissipated, Twilight had just enough sense and energy to cover them with a blanket.

“I love you all...” she murmured.

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Today had been a good day. It had found an ally in it's struggle against the confounding interloper, Twilight Sparkle. True, a Diamond Dog wasn't much of an ally, but one had to start somewhere, right? This particular Diamond Dog had two things going for it, however. He nursed a deep and abiding hatred of all ponies.

Ever since the appearance of the Whining One, he had seen a steady decline of his power over the pack. They had apparently lost a good portion of their hoarded gems to her, with a corresponding loss of his prestige. It wasn't long before his own pack drove him off, leaving his own little brother to take over. Now, he wandered the mountains alone, hungry and gemless.

This is how it found him. Half-starved, lonely, and shivering in the frigid mountain air and swearing revenge on all ponykind. It had no trouble at all convincing the stupid Diamond Dog to agree to a mutually beneficial arrangement. Well, it would ultimately prove more beneficial for it than the Dog, but he didn't need to know that... yet.

Which leads into the second reason it had been so glad to stumble upon the Dog. Should their interests ever diverge, it would be a very simple matter to... bring him back into line. After all, it had been able to do the same thing with much more powerful creatures than him before.

Yes. A plan was forming. It- they would soon have their vengeance.