Twilight Sparkle Gets a Hornjob

>Day TWILIGHT SPARKLE in Equestria
>Ever since you landed face-first in Ponyville, you’ve worked odd jobs around the town,
>helping with your hands here and there, and today, you find yourself in Ponyville’s library,
>assisting the resident librarian with manual labor too strenuous for Spike’s tiny frame.
>”Anonymous, I need you to check the ledger one more time before I stamp this order.
>It’s on my desk in my room. Think you could look at it for me?”
“Certainly, Twilight.”
>You hoof it upstairs, pun intended, and turn the corner to Twilight’s bedroom,
>stepping inside and glancing around for the official shipping document crucial to the library’s future inventory.
>You see a violet scroll on her bed, and instinctively reach for it –
>but as you unfurl the thing, you realize you’ve made a horrible mistake.
>This is… some sort of sexual guide for Unicorns, and though the captions describe it ably,
>one look at the illustrated diagram tells you all you need to know:
>that pony is sucking on that other pony’s horn!
>What in the world is Twilight… Twilight…
>hmm
>There’s no way she’s possibly fulfilled this
>and she IS a very research-oriented type of mare
>screw logistics! You crumple the parchment in your hand and scamper out of the room,
>giddy with the risk and wild irresponsibility of what you’re considering
>As you stomp down the stairs, you realize it’s too late to change course,
>and you approach Twilight with a confident foot forward.
“I had a question about this, actually…”
>Still blissfully unaware, the purple pony levitates the scroll from your hand,
>and as she casually unrolls it, a fiery blush blazes across her cheeks
>”W-where did you find –“
“It was laying out in your room.”
>You sit down next to her, placing a fist on your chin and grinning like a mischievous child.
>”U-um… this isn’t… uhh, it’s just research!”
“Twilight, that’s not research any more than an encyclopedia.”
>You slink in close to the flustered mare’s face, scanning over her beautiful mulberry coat and sapphire mane.
“You… haven’t had experience with this sort of thing, have you?”
>”U-um… uh, well… the ledger –“ she rubs a nervous hoof against the back of her neck,
>which you boldly-yet-delicately grab, a confident and assured gentleman to this panicking pony.
“Relax, that order doesn’t have to be sent until tomorrow, Twilight.”
>”I-I guess –“
“Are you truly… curious about such a practice?”
>You gesture towards the crumpled parchment,
>and she visibly gulps at seeing the featureless giver bathing their tongue over the recipient’s sparkling horn,
>clearly imagining how it must feel to be serviced in such an intimate manner.
“Spike’s helping Rarity and Sweetie Belle for the day. We’ll have no interruptions.”
>Her eyes dart from you, to the diagram, to the clock, back again to you.
>”Well… maybe we could…”
>And you’re in.
***
>A few minutes later, you’re lying on her bed, the two of you clearly unsuited for sappy romance,
>and considering your ‘research’-oriented play for intimacy,
>it doesn’t look like that’s even on her mind. No matter. This is exciting!
>”S-so, Anonymous, these diagrams state that you should –“
>as she’s reading the instructional parchment, you seize your chance,
>reaching forward and sliding the flat head of your tongue fully along the length of her horn.
>”AAAaaah!” her gasp is practically non-sapient, a feral, instinctual reflex courtesy of pony evolution
>You imagine her eyes are great hollow saucers, but you’d be loath to stop and check,
>running the hard, pointed organ beneath your tongue,
>luxuriating in the magical tingling it emits in response to your courageous ministrations.
>”A-A-Anon…” the poor girl’s mustered enough cognizance to speak – how adorable.
“Sssshhhh…” you whisper softly, never ceasing your insistent tongue-bathing,
>as you gently lower her onto her side and fall down next to her,
>positioning yourself so that you’ve got unfettered access to her potent, yet sensitive natural catalyst.
>Glancing down, her eyes are shaky and weak willed, clearly submitted to your servicing.
>Funny, that she could pop your head like a cherry in any other circumstance than this;
>but, as you draw her unicorn horn into your mouth,
>clasping over it with your Human lips and sucking like a baby,
>the only magic she’s emitting is a gentle, involuntary trickle.
>Almost as if you’d sucked another sensitive organ – but, that’s another story for another day.
>The task at hand requires your full attention, and you service Twilight Sparkle as well as you ever have,
>bouncing the pointy horn into and out of your throat as your tongue dances across its smooth exterior.
>If the magical emissions are any indication, she’s certainly getting quite aroused from this.
>You wonder about the safety of a powerful wizard’s horngasm,
>whether her ‘peak’ will send a thousand volts of magical force tunneling into your jaw.
>Pish-posh, fortune favors the bold!
>With that foolhardy sentiment in mind, you deepthroat her with gusto,
>at least as deep as you can manage, and now she’s even moaning in a clearly sexual delight.
>Well, if you’re going to kill yourself in a blast of Arcane power,
>you might as well feel Twilight’s snuggly mane in your last moments.
>You take her head in your hands and run your hands through her brilliant deep-blue hair,
>luxuriating in the stylish magician’s locks as you give her Unicorn horn an extra-strong sucking.
>Almost… she’s quaking beneath your fingertips…
>the horn is perceptibly warm, almost electric between your cheeks,
>and you grab her by the head and push down, assaulting her with your tongue, your cheeks, your throat,
>as Twilight Sparkle is forced over the edge –
>”AAAAAhhh! Oh, oh, oh!” her body seizes in pure pleasure,
>and a flood of warm, vitalizing energy flows through her horn and into your body.
>You seize up, though not in any sexual fashion.
>It’s as if every dopamine receptor in your brain were simultaneously pried open,
>and a torrent of pure, mindless glee assaulted every cell in your body –
>love, sex, friendship, victory, and an all-consuming satisfaction:
>you can’t even describe the feeling, so limpid analogies will have to suffice.
>Pulling yourself from her horn, you giggle and twitch, still too jacked-up to even think.
>And, clutching her mane and grinning like a fool, you pass out.
***
>”Anonymous?”
“H-hm~”
>”Hey. Wake up.” A flat hoof is booped against your nose, drawing you from your slumber in Twilight Sparkle’s bed.
“Oh. Hey Twilight.”
>How deadpan, for the nearly supernatural event you’d just went through.
>”Um, it’s gotten late. I uh, I think you should head home.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
>”But, uh, t-that was fun! I guess…”
“Yeah. Fun.”
>Understatement of the century. At least you’re still clothed.
>Shuffling out of her bedroom, you give the thoroughly-pleasured Twilight Sparkle a wave,
>before descending the stairs and stepping out into the night.