LOVE'S BEEN A LITTLE BIT HARD ON ME

Chapter 10: I Need You Tonight

Scrunched down in her seat, with her cap pulled down low, she watched her charge from under the hat and smiled to herself. Twilight was trying- without much success it might be noted- to knit. She kept referring to the book in her hooves as she went, grumbling the whole time. The work floated in the air before her, held up in her magical grasp. The pink yarn formed into an uneven sheet about a hoof across either side, and had holes in it big enough to see through if held up to one's face.

Stifling a giggle, Plain Sight discreetly checked her watch, careful to still appear to be sleeping to the casual observer. Looking again to the train compartment's other occupants, she noted that the old mare was still dozing away, a line of drool hanging from her lip; and the two school colts were engrossed in their card game of Digiyugimon.

Just then, the conductor came through, loudly proclaiming, “Ponyville! Ponyville! Next stop, Ponyville!” This woke up the old mare, and Plain Sight figured that this was a good time to act the same. She stretched her legs out and looked out the window. Sure enough, she could make out the Ponyville station approaching fast, so she gathered her saddlebags and put them on.

When the train pulled in to the station, Twilight disembarked, still trying to figure out just where she went wrong, going so far as to unravel a few rows and try to redo them; but only succeeded in making them worse.

Plain Sight was struggling to hold in her laughter as she surreptitiously followed the mare. She was almost surprised when a griffon dropped out of the sky to land beside her in the alley. “How was your day?” Plain Sight asked.

“So-so,” Limnear replied. “Caught two more 'razi hiding in the clouds, and we ah, 'escorted' them off the practice field. I think they were there more for the Wonderbolts than for Spitfire, though.” She walked alongside the earth pony for a while before adding, “I'd forgotten how boring this duty can be.”

“Well, it's not like spying, you know. How was Silva today?”

Limnear shrugged. “Doing better. I think she's really getting into this adversarial work. She may not be taking to this secret guard duty, but that at least seems to interest her. Maybe she'll join the Air Force when her debt is repaid.” A non-committal grunt answered her and they walked along in silence for a bit longer. “You never did answer me the other day. Still kinda waiting on that.”

More silence met her words. “The cloud house is pretty nice and not having to worry about two-thirds of the population bothering us is great, but there are certain things one can't do well up there.” Still more silence. “So, did you consider-”

“Yes, and my answer is still the same,” Plain Sight interrupted shortly. “You two living in my house is a bad idea. There's little enough room as it is, without your sister making moon-eyes at her beau and us trying to keep them apart.”

Limnear smiled at finally getting a reply from her. “You put them on opposite schedules already. They see each other maybe a total of five minutes a day, if that. Keeping them apart isn't that hard.” They arrived at Plain Sight's post overlooking Twilight's home. The griffoness used a talon to turn Plain Sight's head so that their eyes finally met. “Now, are we going to talk about the real reason?”

Plain Sight was almost able to keep her eyes centered on Limnear's as she said, “I told you, there's no room and too much bother keeping those two apart so they don't 'get in the family way'.”

The noticeable quaver in her voice gave Limnear strength. “And keeping us apart has nothing to do with it?” The mare's gaze flicked off to the side for a second before returning and nodded. Limnear smiled and whispered, “Roadapples.” She took Plain Sight's hat off and ran her paw through her mane affectionately. “You're worried that we might rekindle an old flame. You're worried that finding out that you're still in love with me might take something away from how you feel for her. You think that by allowing yourself to love me, you'll somehow be cheating on her.”

The gray mare looked nervous for a second before hardening her expression. Frowning, she glared up at Limnear and roughly removed the caressing paw. “How I feel and what I think are none of your concern. Aren't you off your shift? Why aren't you home relaxing?”

“How I spend my free time is my concern,” Limnear replied with a smirk. Knowing that she had scored a major point off of the pony, she satisfied herself with that small victory. She replaced the flatcap back onto Plain Sight's head, setting it at a jaunty angle. She leaned in close and whispered, “Lie to yourself all you want, but you're not fooling me. And for what we had; for what we can have again, I'm willing to wait for you to stop fooling yourself.” The griffoness turned around to go, letting her tail wrap around the mare's until she was out of reach.

Plain Sight didn't trust herself to watch the griffoness leave, instead focusing her attention on the house in front of her and the sounds of domestic bliss coming from within.

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“That's fantastic, Trix! I'm so proud of you!” Twilight enveloped the showmare in a hug so strong that could be called a grappling maneuver in some circles, and kissed her on the lips.

Trixie squeezed out of the hold, albeit reluctantly, and proclaimed, “Though Trixie does not mind if it happens without her presence, know that she will seek retribution should she be left out too often!”

Spitfire snuck up behind her and leaped onto her back and wrapped her forelegs around the neck. “Sounds like somepony is fishing for some affection.” She ground her hips into Trixie's tail, letting the dock graze into her clit roughly. Trixie tried to buck her off, but only succeeded in rubbing her dock across the pegasus's lips and clit more. This naturally caused Spitfire to tighten her grip and start hunching into her well-formed rump.

Twilight finally intervened and magically lifted Spitfire off of Trixie and set her on the ground again. “Alright, that's enough. Save it for after dinner.”

Cheerilee nuzzled up to Twilight and breathed a sigh of contentment. “So what was so important that the Princess needed to talk to you in person?”

First returning the affection, Twilight walked into the dining room where their meal and Spike awaited. “Well, there's good news, and bad news. Bad news is, there's trouble brewing on the Griffo-Minotaurian border, which may take both Princesses' attention, meaning we'll need at least one back up plan in case one of them isn't free to conduct the ceremony. I'll send a letter to Cadance tomorrow, but I need you three to come up with a list of possibles in case she can't help either.”

Spitfire reared back, suddenly concerned. “What? What sort of trouble? You don't think..."

Twilight nodded sadly. "The Princess seemed to think it a distinct possibility."

"Trixie does not understand. What are you two talking about?" The showmare looked to Cheerilee, who appeared to be just as confused.

"She's saying I might be deployed, if things get too hot over there," Spitfire replied. Although her tone was grim, her heart was warmed by the shocked gasps from the other two mares and Spike. It was with a bittersweet smile she looked at Twilight and asked, "How bad is it? Did she share any intel with you?"

Twilight shook her head as she set the table for the five of them with her magic. "Only in the most vague terms. I'm not exactly an intelligence analyst, so I'm not really in the loop, as it were. I imagine that what she told me was just a summary of the situation. I can telepath the conversation to you later if you like, you might be able to glean more from it than I did. The gist of it is that the Hegemony is raising a ruckus over there, and we're still feeling out the new ambassador, so all we know right now, is that we don't know much."

The whole group was surprised when Trixie walked over and hugged the pegasus from behind, almost possessively. "They're not going to take her away from us, are they? We're expecting two foals, for Celestia's sake!"

Spitfire smiled warmly as she laid a hoof over Trixie's and turned to kiss her on the lips. "That's sweet of you to say, Hon, but it's never stopped them before. Besides, there's two things that make my going worthwhile." She paused to enjoy the look of confusion on the showmare's face before adding, "First, I swore an oath to protect this land that I love, and all the creatures that live in it, and I intend to fulfill that oath to the very best of my ability, even should it cost me my life. And second, if I can make this world a little safer for you all and our future fillies, then by Light, I'd count almost any price as cheap."

Cheerilee glared at her. "But you intend to come back to us, right? No pointless heroics?"

Spitfire crossed her heart and held up a hoof. "Scout's honor. You don't get to the rank of captain by being a medal hunter. Even though I'd be happy to die to protect everyone here, I'd much rather live for you all." She winked at Spike and favored him with a cheeky grin. "That goes for you too, Spike. You're like a cool little brother, who's going to make an even cooler big brother when our foals start coming in."

Spike blushed, but his smile didn't quite dispel his melancholy at the thought of their new family breaking apart so soon. "Um, if you want, Twilight, I can delay my trip to my mo- er, you know..."

Twilight ruffled his head spines affectionately and smiled down at him. "No, it's fine, Spike. If you don't go now, there will always be something else to delay you. Life goes on. Besides, you promised your mother, and that's not a promise you should break easily." She sighed as she looked at her herd, sorrowful that she wasn't quite done dispensing the bad news. "There was one other piece of news The Princess gave me. She seems to think that some of the nobles are going to cause a fuss over our herding."

If Trixie looked upset before, that was nothing compared to now. Releasing Spitfire, she stomped a hoof. “Who was it? The Great and Powerful Trixie shall go 'persuade' them to change their plans.”

Twilight took her seat and smiled at her. “Take a seat, G'n'PT. The Princess already has a work-around. She's going to knight you three, so we can proceed as planned. She'll be in contact later tonight with a date and time for the ceremony.”

Gasps of surprise met her announcement. “Spitfire's exemplary service aside, what have we done to earn that honor?” Cheerilee asked.

“You mean aside from the help you all gave during the foalnapping thing?” Twilight replied.

Cheerilee shook her head. “Perhaps you're remembering it differently than I do, sweetheart, but I was the foalnapping victim. One does not get knighted for victimization.”

“But the public doesn't know that,” Trixie said.

“But I do,” Cheerilee replied hotly. “I can't accept an honor for something I didn't do. It would...”

“Cheapen it?” Spitfire offered.

Cheerilee nodded and looked away. “I appreciate the offer, but I can't accept knighthood; not for this; not in good conscience.”

Twilight laid a hoof over hers and looked at her imploringly. “You realize that there maybe trouble- big trouble if you don't get knighted, right? Some of those nobles are downright vicious in dealing with political rivals, which you would be if you herd with me, and they're not above causing trouble a mere school teacher could never hope to overcome.”

Heaving a great sigh, Cheerilee nodded. “As much as I hate to say it, I can't use an easy out. Not one of this magnitude. It would be unethical.”

“Ethical? Ethical? What does love have to do with ethics?” Trixie shouted. “Just this morning I gave you something precious! Something I haven't even given to Twilight yet, and you're ready to throw it away for your ethics?” She slammed a hoof down onto the table, rattling the dishes and silverware. "BUCK! THAT! You are going to accept this 'honor' and you are going to like it, or so help me, Celestia, I'll... I'll... I'll do something!”

Spike hid under the table as Spitfire grabbed Trixie from behind. “Whoa, there! Ease up on her, girl! It may be putting a crimp on our plans, but I can certainly understand her reasoning.”

Trixie tried to whirl around to face her, but could only catch glimpses over her shoulder. “What? You traitor! Against my better judgment, I open my heart to all of you and this is how you treat it? Well, buck you too!”

Twilight's horn lit in its magical aura and she stomped a hoof, sending a resounding BOOM throughout the house that rattled everything. "ENOUGH! All three of you calm down! Spitfire, release her. Now.” The pegasus let go the mare in her hooves and backed away from her in shock. “Trixie, sit down and let's talk this over, rationally.” The unicorn quickly found her seat and stared at her wide-eyed. Turning to the final mare, she said in a voice that was carefully controlled, “Cheerilee, is there any act you've done in the past that you feel might warrant knighthood?”

Cheerilee squirmed in her seat, rubbing her legs together. “Twilight, I... I'm not one who seeks out greatness, and certainly not the type to have greatness thrust upon me. And I won't-”

“Is. There. Anything?” the librarian interrupted, here eyes fairly glowing. “I simply refuse to let anything come between my mares and I. If you can't think of anything, then we are going to have to do something... drastic.”

The earth pony gulped audibly as she cast about in her memories for anything that she did that could be construed as heroism above and beyond the call of duty. After a moment, she lowered her head in shame. “No. There's nothing I've done that would have earned knighthood.”

With a sigh and a frown, Twilight said, “Spike! Take a letter.” Immediately, the dragon popped up from under the table, quill and paper at the ready. “Dear Princess Celestia. We've hit a bit of a snag on our end. Cheerilee feels that she's done nothing to earn knighthood, and refuses to accept it for fear of cheapening its value. Frankly speaking, I'm inclined to agree with her. So I suggest we implement that contingency plan we discussed just before I left you this afternoon. I apologize for any inconvenience this places upon you, and hope that the rest of our plans can continue as before. We look forward to seeing you on Tuesday. Your Faithful Student, Twilight Sparkle.”

Spike rolled up the paper with a ribbon and breathed his green flame, sending it wafting out the chimney. They all looked at Twilight as she resumed her seat. Sensing their eyes on her, she looked up and simply said, “What?”

“What do you mean, 'what'?” Trixie exclaimed. “What is this about a 'contingency plan', huh?”

Twilight smiled at her and picked up a fork to dig into her salad. “Simple. If knighthood was unacceptable for any reason, we'd just have to go a step above, and give you all honors that don't require exemplary service.”

“And that is?” Cheerilee inquired.

With her fork poised next to her mouth, Twilight gave her a smirk. “Peerage.”

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Toola Roola let the curtain drop back into place and resumed washing her paintbrushes in the sink. “Disaster's over. Looks like they worked it out without anypony running off this time.”

Lackadaisy breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. Last thing we need is a repeat of Minuette's performance.”

Coming up behind Toola Roola, High Class wrapped his forelegs around her waist and breathed in the scent of her mane. “You act like it was my fault. I happened to be working on my cover job. Remember those? Some of us actually have to work as well as do our duty.”

The light pink mare got a deadly gleam in her eye and jabbed the stallion in his gut with her elbow, then whirled around in a roundhouse kick, sending him flying into the kitchen wall next to the icebox. “I warned you, High Class! You may be our lover as part of our cover, but when we're alone, I don't want you touching me like that.” She pulled out an X-actoriffic knife with an extraordinarily long blade from seemingly nowhere and brandished it like a dagger. “Do that again, and you'll find out if stallion life is worth living without possessing that which makes you a stallion.”

Lackadaisy shook her head sadly over her mug of coffee. “I keep warning you, High. She's not into stallions. When are you going to learn?”

“Hey, we gotta keep up appearances,” he said, working his jaw side-to-side. He took to his hooves and brushed the dust off of him. “Besides, fillies like her are just my type. I like 'em with fire.”

As Toola Roola left the room in an indignant huff, Lackadaisy commented, “The problem with playing with fire is that sooner or later, you get burned. Why don't you leave well enough alone and finish your report?”

High Class sat in his chair to finish his dinner. “Shouldn't we wait for little miss huffy?”

“I'll fill her in later, now-”

“What was that ruckus about just now?” Plain Sight's voice cut through the room like a laser through the brain. Immediately, Lackadaisy and High Class stood at attention and saluted. She sauntered in from the living room like she owned the place. Looking around the room casually, she demanded, “Explain.”

“I-”

“Just a disagreement about the chore distribution, Ma'am!” Lackadaisy cut High Class off before he could put his hoof in it again.

Plain Sight walked over to the chore chart where it lay on the floor and tacked it back up, covering the dent High Class's body made in the wall. “You three do recall what this detail is about, don't you?”

“Yes, Ma'am!”

“While it's commendable that you three strive to keep a neat home, remember that it, and all other concerns are secondary, if not lesser.” She walked around the small kitchen table and sat down across from High Class's seat. “As you were.” When they had been seated, she said, “Before I ask for your reports, I want to warn you that some major changes are in the offing as we speak. Twilight's three wives are being ennobled this coming Tuesday. As of the tenth, you'll be watching over Baronesses Trixie, Cheerilee, and Spitfire.”

“Baronesses?” Lackadaisy gasped. “What does that make Twilight?”

Plain Sight sighed and shook her head. “I see you're living up to your name. If you had bothered to read her file, you'd know that she's already a Countess, though she doesn't like to flaunt it. I strongly suggest that you make that your homework for tonight. Now, where is Toola Roola?”

“Probably in her room, sulking with the headphones on, again,” High Class grumbled.

Lackadaisy kicked him under the table, causing him to drop his spoon into the soup bowl. “I'll get her, Ma'am.”

In Toola Roola's room, Lackadaisy found her slashing at the canvas with her paintbrush like a berserker warrior to her enemy. As expected, the ubiquitous headphones were in place leading to the iHoof strapped to her foreleg. Staying in the doorway, she knocked on it loudly, gaining her attention. “The boss is here, and needs a report. She also has some news for us.”

“High Class is being replaced with an inanimate carbon rod?” the artist replied hopefully.

Lackadaisy smirked at her. “I said it was news, not that it was good news. Why don't you cut him some slack? You know his tiny brain can't process complex thoughts like the fact that there are mares out there that want nothing to do with him. If you don't let him get your goat so often, he may not try for it so much.”

Toola Roola waved a dismissive hoof. “Yeah, well, he shouldn't try to be such a massive tool all the time.”

Lackadaisy just rolled her eyes as they walked back to face their boss.

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She knew that answering the phone would only bring trouble, but she really had no choice; not if she wanted to stay in Ponyville and get the big scoop they were waiting for. Sighing, she picked it up on the fifth ring. “News Flash o' the Canterlot Times. How can Ah help you?”

“Oh, you think you still work for me, do you? Then why haven't I seen anything on my desk from you for the past week? You think this is a vacation for you or something? What am I paying you for, exactly?” As usual, Evening Edition's call began with a chewing out. If he ever began with pleasantries, she'd know that she was in serious trouble.

“Good evenin' to you too, boss. Ah s'pose you're wonderin' where our- my latest 'port is, Sugar?” News Flash had discovered that despite claims to the contrary, her southern accent was quite pleasing to Evening Edition, who was often quoted as saying that listening to her was like getting a tooth drilled by an oil rig run by a family of squirrels hopped up on a gallon of coffee. Colorful (though hyperbolic) observations aside, she did have certain obligations to fulfill.

“Someone give the hayseed a cigar! She can be taught! When can I expect your next photos and/or letter of resignation?”

News Flash shook her head with a smile. He's so transparent, if a little insulting. “Well, Ah sent a package a' photos yesterday, so yah should'a got 'em this afternoon, or tomorrow at th' latest. As for mah letter o' resignation, y'all'll have to wait a mite longer for that.”

“Will wonders never cease? I better look out my window for flying pigs.”

“How'd yah get to be such a charmer, Boss?” Her smile turned into a huge grin.

“By being forced to work with slack-jawed yokels, half-baked idiots, and overly-educated hacks that wouldn't know a story if it painted itself purple and danced naked up on a piano, singing, 'brilliant stories are here today'. The only advantage to working with the yokels, is that occasionally, they actually do some work.”

“Speakin' of workin',” News Flash said, hoping to work off his pleasant surprise, “Ah need y'all to sign off on mah 'spense report. Ah sent it with the pics Ah sent yah.”

“And why would I do something monumentally stupid like that?”

She grinned again, knowing that she had him this time. “'Cause Ah done got somethin' big in the works. Front page, big. Stop the presses, big. Praise News Flash, big.”

“Oh?”

“Come Tuesday, Y'all are gonna give me a corner office.” News Flash buffed her hoof on her chest and smirked. “An' that's not even the big news.”

“You better not be blowing smoke up my tail, Flash, or you'll be covering birthday parties out in Sticksville.”

“Trust me, boss. This is gonna make Princess Cadance's wedding look like an afternoon tea party; an' that's includin' the changelin' invasion.” She hung up the phone and turned to Buried Lead in the bed next to her.

“You shouldn't let him insult you like that.” Buried lead said with a frown. “You deserve better than that.”

News Flash kissed him and bupped his nose. “Insults are jus' his way o' showin' affection an' respect.”

Shaking his head with a wry grin, Buried Lead replied, “Either way, you shouldn't have told him that. He may send out more reporters now. It'll change the thing we have going with Plain Sight now.”

News Flash wrapped her hooves around his chest and snuggled into him. “Careful what yah say, Darlin'. That almost sounded... sexual. Relax. Ah'll talk with 'er tomorrow, an' let 'er know that trouble might be comin'.”

“I just don't want to queer the deal we have going with her,” Buried Lead replied. “It's not often that a reporter strikes a deal with a bodyguard this sweet. As long as we keep ourselves unobtrusive and our pictures non-intrusive, she keeps us appraised of the big events. That's no small thing, Newsie.

“Bury, you truly are in a league of your own, when it comes to worrying,” she said with a playful nibble on his chest.

Buried Lead kissed the crown of her head affectionately. “And I can't wait for you to outgrow that youthful invincibility of yours.”

News Flash rolled over until she straddled the stallion, her forehooves resting on his chest. “You weren't complaining about my youth an hour ago, Darlin'.” A sudden frown crossed her lover's face prompting her to ask, “What's wrong?”

He gave her a tight, humorless smile. “Just wondering what I'm gonna tell your parents. Your father taught me everything I know, your mother takes me in as one of the family, and I repay them by stealing their daughter right from under their noses.”

The unicorn mare leaned down and kissed him deeply, backing up onto his rising stallionhood. “Darlin', they saw this comin' the day their twelve year-old daughter asked permission to marry yah. Believe me, they ain't gonna be all that shocked.” She ran her hooves through his mane, relishing the feel of his tip penetrating her lips down below. “Though, yah just might wanna wait to make sure Daddy ain't cleaning his shotgun when yah tell 'em.”

“Not to change the subject,” Buried Lead said, “but do you really think that just the two of us can handle covering the ceremonies? Three knightings, and then a herding ceremony the following week? And what about that lead Ink Smudge is following back in Trottingham? Won't a conflict there interfere-”

News Flash Silenced him with a hoof on his lips. “Bury, Ah love yah with all mah heart, but if'n you don't fuck me toot sweet, Ah'm-a have to take matters into mah own hoof.” In lieu of a verbal answer, Buried Lead rolled over and gave her the rutting of her life.

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It seemed that love was in the air, that early Amorurary evening. In the master bedroom of a certain house, four mares were getting downright cozy. Twilight looked her mares in the eyes and held their gazes each in turn. “Are you certain about this? Not everypony is... comfortable with this particular spell. For some, it gets a little too... squicky and get all weirded out; let alone for the use to which we'll be putting it tonight.”

Spitfire rolled her eyes. “Oh, would you get on with it? We're fine with it.”

A nervous nod from Cheerilee and Trixie assuaged her fears, and Twilight closed her eyes in concentration. Her horn began to glow, as did the bed on which they laid. Cheerilee felt something move underneath her and gave a cute little yelp of surprise. It wasn't long before the sheets started moving- just a little at first, but soon, it seemed like the sheets themselves were alive and moving in rippling waves.

The first purple tentacle peeped out from the edge of the sheet as if checking to see if the coast was clear, then snaked its way towards the first warm body it could sense, leaving a trail of slick slime behind. As it moved, it exuded a pheromone from its perfectly smooth skin that within seconds had all four mares panting with excitement. A second, third, then many more tentacles joined the first pushing the sheet aside.

The first tentacle finally reached a leg, Trixie's as it so happened, and gently trailed its way up the limb, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. The slick appendage caressed on up the showmare's leg, not even slowing when it met the point where it joined with her body, and kept its momentum until it sensed the slickness of her marehood. It paused there and tentatively poked the tip inside, drawing back from the pressure exerted upon it almost instantaneously upon its intrusion.

Cheerilee was the next to feel the tender touch of a tantalizing tentacle. This one was much more aggressive than the first, and wasted no time in wrapping itself around her barrel, lifting her off of the bed completely and flipping her around until she lay suspended in midair and belly up. The tip continued on to her face, playing with her lips until she grabbed it in her forehooves and guided it into her mouth where she sucked on it, relishing the sweet flavor of the sticky lubricant its skin oozed out.

Spitfire felt her already lifted tail being grabbed and pulled higher as the rest of the tentacle slid against her marehood, undulating in random patterns, and even doing a fair imitation of a vibrator by shivering against her clit. The mare's eyes crossed then went wide when the formerly smooth tentacle somehow grew nubby little spines and ridges, stimulating her further still.

The last to feel their stimulating embrace, Twilight purred like a kitten when she felt two tentacles grab her rear legs and flip her onto her back, keeping them spread wide. A third tentacle joined the first two, sliding up to her exposed marehood. Twilight looked directly at the new arrival and her horn pulsed briefly before returning to its previous intensity. I want to save that for a special occasion. New boundaries set, the tentacle instead went just a touch lower, aiming for her back passage. It teased her puckered star for a few seconds, then wormed its way in, causing Twilight to blush like she never had before.

Three more tentacles joined the one holding Cheerilee, one playing with her vulva, and the other two each tackling a nipple. She moaned gutturally around the thick, muscular appendage in her mouth as she tongue-wrestled with it, playfully vying for dominance of her mouth. A muffled “Mmm” was heard each time a tentacle playing with her breasts flicked a nipple, but the biggest reaction came when the last tentacle schlicked its way into her cunny. With a shiver, the tip inflated into a knobby sphere about half the size of a tennis ball and worked back and forth, much to the teacher's delight.

Spitfire's wings were caught in the sinuous grasp of a single, seemingly endless tentacle that wound its way between her feathers around one wing, over to the other and continuously slid through them in a single direction. The tentacle sprung out of the bed, through her wings, and back down into the bed, seemingly without end. The pegasus's tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth dripping saliva. So aroused, she didn't even notice the initial intrusion of the previous tentacle into her marehood. It was only when it started to vibrate again that she took notice, and raised her rump into the air. Her wings, already spread full in arousal, stiffened straight out.

A new kind of tentacle wended its way over to Trixie, who was moaning on her back, lapping up the sensations of no less than five tentacles which caressed her body in a sensual massage. This new tentacle headed for her horn and wrapped itself around it, eliciting a cute squeak of surprised pleasure from her. It slid off the horn, and several small, pink sparks followed it. The tip of the tentacle opened up like a tiny mouth and slipped over Trixie's horn. Immediately, her eyes crossed and her tongue lolled out like Spitfire's, but dignity was an unknown concept at this point; she was too far gone enjoying one of the best hornjobs she had ever had in her life.

Twilight was quite pleased with how her new spell was working out. The Tantric spellbook Spitfire had given her on their first date had certainly made itself useful to them all. Right now, she was enjoying being pinned to the “bed” which was in actuality a mass of tentacles undulating, groping, massaging, and caressing beneath them. A tentacle had firmly grasped each limb as well as her tail and neck, effectively immobilizing her as a seventh moved in and out of her rear passage, making sure to explore every nook and cranny. An eighth moved in and out of her mouth, plunging deep into her throat. She fancied that the tentacle in her mouth was meeting the one in her rump. She knew this wasn't true deep down, but the thought was intoxicating.

The room was filled with the messy sounds and smells of sex. Had it not been for Twilight's forethought to put a sound dampening spell on the room, chances are that a certain dragon sleeping down the hall would have been traumatized to the point where sleep would be forever impossible. As it was, the only one who could get traumatized was the pegasus High Hide, who watching through the window from a distance, unable to look away. He had only intended to take a quick peek to make sure everything was alright, but found that like a deer in headlights, he could not look away. He suddenly understood what Plain Sight meant when she talked about how much she loved her job.

Spitfire was roughly picked up and positioned with her face over Twilight's cunny, and she wasted no time in attacking the orifice presented to her for her perusal. Her long tongue burrowed into the soaked marehood, greedily lapping up her nectar. Trixie was similarly presented with Cheerilee's, and she too eagerly attacked not only the engorged clit and vulva, but also the engorged appendage currently using said vulva in a manner usually associated with pistons and sleeves.

All of them climaxed in a gush of nectar from the mares, and a mysterious clear fluid from the tentacles. As they came down from their high, the tentacles slowly lowered the mares and retracted into the bed again. Four, absolutely shattered mares gasped and panted on the sticky sheets, trying to find the breath to say something, anything.

As usual, Trixie was first to find her voice. “That... was incredible!” she managed to get out between gasps.

“What was that stuff that came out of the tentacles, Twi?” Spitfire asked with more than a little concern. “I'm not going to... get pregnant, am I?”

Twilight sat up on her elbows and smiled stupidly at her. “It's female ejaculate. Absolutely zero chance of pregnancy this time.”

“Then why did it taste like that?” Cheerilee asked, not even lifting her head from her resting spot. “None of us usually taste like that.”

Falling back flat, Twilight said sleepily, “Added some glucose and some other flavoring compounds. Nothing that in any combination whatsoever that can result in a 'happy little accident'.” As she drifted off, she thought she heard several sighs of relief.

Author's Notes:

I have to resist the urge to facepalm right now. I was doing so well, making Twilight and her herd the focus of the chapters, but I slipped back again. I just hope that the massive clop at the end eased your pain a little. Though, I did manage to sandwich two of those background scenes with two major scenes with the Twi-herd, so maybe that's worth something. I dunno. Maybe I should actually plan out my writing instead of going by ear. Thing is, I wouldn't know where to begin with doing this the "official" way. Ah well.

the usual disclaimers go here. I own the arrangement of the words, Plain Sight, Limnear, Lackadaisy, High Class, News Flash, Buried Lead, Evening Edition, and High Hide. All else belongs to Hasbro and Lauren Faust.