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- AnonXTwilight accidental hornjob.
- >"Anonymous"
- >You pause in turning the page of your book.
- >Twilight hadn't used your full name in months.
- "Yes Twilight Sparkle?"
- >You close the book around your finger and look up.
- >Curiously Twilight doesn't respond.
- >And she's scuffing her hooves and looking away.
- >Weird.
- "Twilight?"
- >She glances up at her name before quickly glancing away, a blush on her cheeks.
- "Tw-"
- >"I, ah, need your help with something. Could you come down to the basement with me?"
- "Ok..."
- >She quickly turns around and heads to the basement.
- >You place a bookmark before getting up and following her, wondering about what she'd be having you do.
- >It wasn't like this was the first time you had helped her do some experiment.
- >But why was she acting so awkward about it?
- >Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs she falls full tilt into one of her lectures as she runs around doing things.
- >"The experiment I'm preparing for involves the manipulation of Ley Lines..."
- >And your attention fails, so you look around the room instead.
- >Signals on the ground, curious liquids in bottles and beakers on the workbench, an increasingly excited purple unicorn dashing around.
- >Seemed like a normal experiment for her.
- >"... why magic will alter the properties. That's why I need you to do it."
- >You turn to her to see her looking at you anxiously.
- "Uhh...."
- >Shit, you missed what she was asking you, damn you attention span!
- >She takes your hesitation another way.
- >"Y-you don't have to if you don't want to, I know it's an odd request."
- >"In fact it was silly for me to ask, just forget I said anything."
- >Crap. You needed to go into damage control mode quickly.
- >You put a hand on her withers as she turned away.
- "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help? Just tell me what you need me to do."
- >The look she gave you in response to that made your soul ache. Bright shining eyes, perked up ears, the biggest grin you've seen in a while.
- >"Oh thank, you thank, you thank you!"
- >In her excitement the bottle she levitated over to you went a little to fast, almost making you drop it.
- >"It is best applied with long smooth strokes, those are the only instructions it came with."
- >"If you're ready to proceed I am!"
- >She was just so damn excited.
- >And then she turned her head down, pointing her horn at you.
- >That was just confusing.
- >You look at the bottle in your hand and swallow.
- >It was a horn oil that unicorns used to take care of their horns or modify some property of their spells.
- >You had been here long enough to know that unicorn horns were extremely sensitive, so she was going a long way with trusting you to do this.
- >"A-anon?"
- >Before she can get awkward again you flick off the top of the container and pour a healthy amount onto the palm of your hand.
- >You place the bottle to the side and rub it between your hands, warming up the cold liquid.
- >Without further ado you place your hand on her horn, getting a small squeak from her, and run your hand up and down the entire length of her horn.
- "Is that all?"
- >You ask. No need to prolong her embarrassment after all.
- >"N-no, you need to rub it in thoroughly.
- >"Be sure to get inside of the groove."
- "Alright then."
- >You start moving your hand up and down her horn, gripping it tighter than before and twisting, trying to use friction to rub it in deeper.
- >Long smooth strokes, up and down.
- >And with every stroke you seemed to be drawing out another squeak from her.
- >These horns were even more sensitive than you thought.
- >You were running out of oil pretty quickly as the friction dried, it, so you switched to your other oil coated hand and began to focus on the details.
- >The base had been neglected with your strokes, so you made sure to rub around there roughly.
- >The tip had been just as ignored so as soon as you finished with the base you pinched the tip and rolled it around in your fingers.
- >Twilight made another noise below you and you could have sworn it was a moan this time instead of a squeak.
- >That gave you pause. Did unicorn horns give sexual pleasure?
- >Deciding to test this theory out you pinch the tip again and roll it around, first softly, and then switching to roughly.
- >This drew another moan out of her.
- >Interesting.
- >You stop for a minute to pour more oil onto your palms and take in the site before you.
- >Mrs. unicorn nerd had her neck locked with her horn pointed at you and was panting.
- >What a strange turn today was taking.
- >Deciding to make the best of it you go back to her horn.
- >The one last thing you hadn't covered were the grooves.
- >Thankfully, you could do that with both hands.
- >Without any prior warning you grab her horn with both hands and begin rubbing your fingers into the grooves aggressively.
- >The reaction is immediate, several long drawn out moans.
- >You had pretty much covered as much as you possibly could at this point, but you weren't about to let this opportunity pass.
- >With another glob of oil from your free hand you began stroking her viciously again, going much faster than you had previously.
- >Her moans were a lot more rapid now, building up to a peak.
- >"Oh Celestia, oh Celestia, oh-"
- >She screamed out as her body locked, shocking you with how high pitched her voice could god.
- >With your goal accomplished you take a step back, allowing her to come down from her new heights.
- >The dreamy stare on her face as she looked up at you made it all worth it.
- >Almost as much as when her eyes focused and her brain started working again.
- >You weren't aware that ponies could turn that red.
- "Did you just org-"
- >"HahahthankyouAnonyou'vebeenmostusefulthankyoubye"
- >Her magic scooped you up and nearly flung you out of the basement door before it slammed shut behind you.
- >With a smirk on your face and your dick way too hard for comfort you went to find something that would clean the oil off of your hands.
- >You weren't too worried about being blue balled. With that incident it was only a matter of time until she convinced herself she had to apologize.
- >And you'd have a perfect way for her to 'apologize'.
- END.
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