The Twilight Zone (Brainhorn's clop)

For Dear Ol' Uncle Brainhorn; http://pastebin.com/u/Uncle_Brainhorn

>”There you are! Hurry Anon!” Spike called from the door.
>Picking up the urgency in his voice, you dash towards a familiar tree-house.
>The tiny little dragon has a look of worry hung on his face, as he urges you to go inside.
“What’s wrong?” You ask in ragged breath, running the short distance taking more out of you than you expected.
>”I-it’s Twilight!” He points upstairs.
“Twilight? What about her?”
>You then realize the strange absence of that book loving pony all week.
>”She’s sick and I’m scared!”
>So, Twilight’s sick.
>And why were you dragged into this?
“Aaaand why do you need me?”
>”You were the only person I could find!”
“Spike, I AM the only person.”
>”Whatever! Just go check on her, alright?”
>You sigh.
“Fine.” You put up your hands to assure Spike.
>Going up the stairs, you call out to Twilight.
>You only receive a muffled groan.
>Poking your head to the second floor, you see the lavender hoof poking from the side of the bed.
>Going up higher, you can see Twilight sprawled on the bed, blanket barely covering her body.
>Her mane is bedraggled, the usual gleam gone from her hair.
>With her face dug into her pillow, you can barely hear anything she’s saying.
“Uhhh, Twilight?”
>”mmfghsth”
“What?”
>”mmghmtm”
“Come again?”
>”Stop shouting!” She yells, snapping her face at you.
>You back off at her sudden tone, and wait for her to sink back in.
>She groggily lifts herself up, forelegs shaking.
>”S-sorry about that. My head is pounding.”
>With her turned away from you, she can only give you a smile before falling face first.
>Her forelegs giveaway, sliding to each side.
>Only her lower torso is up, slanting her back in an odd fashion.
>She seems unfazed by this new position, slowly drifting into a tired nap.
>Her tail flicks once, and you are faced with her entire sensitive region.
>You recoil visibly, the image unwilling to go away from your mind.
>You believe this is your turn to take your leave, but the image comes to your mind again.
>Were your jeans this tight?
>A crazy idea comes to your mind, and you head downstairs immediately.
>You see Spike twiddling his thumbs nervously, looking at you as you draw near.
“Spike, I need you to find me something.”
>His green eyes blinked once, not knowing the full extent of your request.

>Well, you are impressed.
“Just how did you find this so quick, Spike?”
>”Oh, this thing? Twilight keeps it around to preserve her old books.”
>He gives the machine a little kick, it slowly whirring to life.
>You glance over the transparent bag, and crack a smile.
>”Say, what do you need it for?”
“Spike, do you know what Twilight got?”
>”I… Don’t know?”
“Mmhmm.” You nod, keeping a straight face.
>”Wait! Is it contagious?”
>You nod again.
“You see Spike, what you got here is a nasty case of recnacsdia. Quite a common case back home. VERY contagious.”
>”C-can you cure it?” He asks, distressed.
“Why of course, but you have to promise me, Spike, nopony may come into the house, no matter the noises both Twilight and I make. Got it?”
>He nods and salutes like a little soldier.
>”You got it, Anon!”
>Excellent.
>Spike vacates the room immediately, covering his mouth and nose.
>As soon as you hear the house door close, you get to work.
>You lift Twilight gently, and begin to insert her into the bag.
>Once she is in, you seal the bag zipper.
>You walk over to the machine, and turn it on.
>The air is slowly sucked out of the bag, the square shape slowly deflating.
>Twilight is still asleep inside, her little chest rising up and down.
>Soon enough, you can see white mists appearing on the surface near her nose.
>The bag is almost drained now, only a few pockets of air remaining.
>You stop the machine, and watch as Twilight breathes.
>One side of the bag is crumpled on her body, rising as she breathes.
>You’d like to give little attention to yourself, but you wait.
>Not just yet.
>As the bag drains even more, Twilight suddenly wakes up.
>She shouts once, thrashing inside the bag.
>She tries to widen the room, using her legs all stretched out.
>She then begins to dry-heave, her eyes growing wide.
>You rip the bag open, with Twilight bursting out.
>She gasps for air, almost screaming.
>”Anon! What WAS that for?”
>You gently approach her, moving away the bag.
>”Are you trying to KILL ME? Because you were pretty close!”
>You see her cornered on her bed, barely catching her breath.
“Sorry Twilight, we humans sorta do that for cases of cold. Sorry if I startled you.”
>”Well you could’ve ASKED first!”
“Well, you wouldn’t have agreed if I asked nicely as well! I’m just trying to help here!”
>She calms down a bit, relaxing on her bed.
“It did help with your breathing, didn’t it?”
>Twilight takes a deep breath through her nose.
>”I… Suppose it did.”
“Thought so, now, can I take your temperature? –Spike got me to help.”
>Twilight looks at you with some amount of suspicion, before going over her bed stand.
>She takes a thermometer by her mouth, and looks at you.
>”Well? How bad is it?”
>You raise up your hand in fake surprise.
“Oh! You ponies put it there? Where we come from, we place it somewhere else.”
>Twilight goes dumbstruck for a second.
>”Whe- where then?”
>You glance around the room, looking a bit shy.
>”Well?”
“In…”
>”Yes? In where?”
“In your rectum.”
>The thermometer falls out of her mouth.
>”What?!”
“We do it to get a much more accurate temperature! Your mouth could slightly alter the temperature!”
>”Aaaand I should care about accuracy why?”
“Because that allows me to figure out which KIND of cold you got!”
>”Wait. You mean there are different kinds of colds?”
“Well duh. You mean you don’t know?”
>”I always thought there was only one…”
>She is still facing you, but now completely up on her bed.
>With her magic, she reluctantly brings it to her bottom.
>You take a look of uncertainty on her face, and speak right away.
“Do you need help, Twilight?”
>”N-no! I got this. But while I’m it, can you please… look away?”
“Veery well.” You sigh and turn around.
>You hear Twilight struggle as she tries to insert her thermometer up her anus.
>It was quite hilarious for you to imagine it.
>She yelped loudly as soon as she inserted the thermometer.
“Remember, Twilight, you need the measurements right away, before it cools.” You remind her.
>You hear a grunt of annoyance from behind you.
>After a while of more angry and annoyed grunt, you hear Twilight sigh.
>”C-could you help me?”
>Your smile grows wide.
>Just as planned.
>You keep a calm face, and face Twilight.
>She is blushing hard, with a look of disgust and shame.
“Don’t worry, Twilight, I tried this with my relatives once, I’ll make it quick.”
>Twilight shows you her other side, but keeps curling her tail to cover her nether regions.
>You reach through the tail, and feel for the thermometer.
“Oh my, you inserted it wrong.” You mutter, pulling it out a little.
>Twilight is clenching her teeth, her eyes closed.
>You pull out a bit, and then push it back in.
>You then begin to pump it in and out, shouting;
“Oh no, it’s stuck! Twilight, loosen up a bit!”
>Twilight looks away, grunting in anger.
>You finally manage to pull it out, and the thing is STEAMING.
>You drop it.
“Oops.” You say, before ducking down.
>But as you do it, you quickly undo your jeans, letting out your pride and glory.
>You push away Twilight’s tail, and hold it on her flank with one hand.
“Bite the pillow, Twilight, I’m going in.”
>You place your tip on the entry of her anus, pushing slightly.
>”Anon, why does it feel bigger?”
>Well, slap your pride some comments, your penis is bigger than a thermometer.
>You slowly push through.
>”Aaah! Anon!”
“It’s like a brain tumour dear, all in your head!”
>You thrust in, hard.
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>Twilight screams, as you thrust again.
>”Anon! That hurts!”
>Your entire length inside her, you lean by her and whisper;
“Anon isn’t here.”
>”A-anon?”
“No, Brainhorn.”
>”Anon? Brainhorn?”
>You thrust hard once more.
“THAT’S UNCLE Brainhorn to you! You need to be punished for this, Twilight.”
>”Anon, no!”
“BRAINHORN!” You shout, and begin your rhythmical pumping.
>Twilight screams out in pain every time you enter her.
>Getting annoyed with her yelps, you pull back with her.
>You land on your own bottom, with Twilight on you.
>She quickly turns around, her face showing her pain.
>”Anon, stop this. Stop this before-“ Her horn begins to glow.
>You immediately take the horn up your mouth, using your tongue to feel the grooves on her horn.
>She yelps at that as well, as you begin to feel through her magical bone.
>Her angry shouts dissolve into occasional moaning.
>You let her horn go, and go lower.
>Your lips meet hers, and you invade her mouth.
>She fights at first.
>They always fight first.
>You begin by feeling the grooves of her teeth, then squeezing through the jaw.
>You then find the prize, her own tongue.
>You hear her muffled voice, can’t make out what she is trying to say.
>Can’t care, it is temperature time.
>You grab Twilight by her sides, and begin to raise her up and down.
>Her moans continue, as you begin to move her faster.
>She then begins to move her own tongue, rubbing it with yours.
>She’s starting to enjoy it.
>You come soon enough, drenching her rectum.
>You pull yourself out, and lay her on the bed.
>Giving a kiss in the forehead, you fasten your pants.
“Good thing sex is a headache killer, eh?”
>Twilight doesn’t respond.
>You quickly leave the house, saying Twilight will be fine.
>Today was a great day.

>Next morning, you don’t feel so good.
>You’re hot, but too hot.
>Damn it, Twilight, you got her cold.

>You lay in bed, wiping your nose repeatedly.
>Suddenly, your door kicks open, and you see a small nurse hat poking in.
>Twilight comes in, completely clad in a nurse costume.
>”Your nurse is here…” She whispers.
>”Time to take your temperature, Anon…”
>You are unsure if this is good or not.
>Only time will tell.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRAINHORN.