Twilight turns Anon into a mare [romance + clop]

>"Anon, are you completely sure about this?"
"You said you had a book on the transformation of sentient creatures, right?"
>Twilight tosses you an apprehensive look.
>"Inanimate transformation spells are one thing, but…"
>Twilight looks to the floor and scratches her neck anxiously.
>"I mean, it's just…"
>"There's no telling what kind of pony you'll end up as."
"I don't care. Wings, horn, neither, it doesn't matter. Just get the book."
>Twilight opens her mouth to say something more, but your pleading glare prevents her.
>"If… if this is what you really want."
"It is. Please, Twilight."
>She ponders in silence for a moment, looking nowhere in particular, then finally nods her head at you.
>Walking up the stairway to the library's higher floors, she turns to give you with a friendly smile, one empty of confidence.
>"What are friends for?"

>You stand in the middle of a strange symbol scrawled on the wooden floor.
>Twilight's living quarters happen to be the most spacious area in the tree.
>Even so, all of the furniture has been pushed back against the walls.
>"Safety first," says Twilight, snapping on a pair of safety goggles.
"How much is this going to hurt?"
>This is the fifth time you've asked that.
>"Oh, don't be such a scaredy-horse. I've studied each chapter in great detail," she says, rather proudly.
>"Right down to the punctuation!"
>This is the fifth time she's dodged your question.

...

>The feeling of immense pain finally fades, as does the blinding light radiating from the bizarre symbol at your feet.
>You look down at the floor.
>You don't have any feet.
>Where there should be legs, there are two stocky pillars that connect to your body.
>You crane your oddly elongated-feeling neck further down, your view now upside-down.
>What used to be your chest is now the underside of a horse, complete with tail, hind legs, and by them, a pair of supple breasts.
>It worked! Twilight's spell didn't kill you, and you're a pony!
>…Wait a fucking moment.

>Through the thinning smoke, you see Twilight peering cautiously over the edge of a fallen bookcase on the other side of the room.
>As she sees the figure of a pony where a human once stood, she instantly perks up and comes bounding towards you.
>She materializes a clipboard and quill, taking turns glancing at you and furiously scribbling notes.
>"I did it! I really did it! I transformed a human! I knew those margin notes would pay off in the end!"
>She seems far too surprised that she didn't vaporize you or something.
>"Are you well? Do you have cellular damage?"
>"Any nausea? Tingling? Near-sightedness? Increased feelings of passive aggression or agressive passion?"
>Before you can even open your mouth, she continues on.
>"Oh, just think of all the new information I can send Celestia! And the Fillydelphia Science Institute!"
>"Maybe they'll even nominate me for th–"
>You put one of your new hooves to good use by shoving it in Twilight's face.
>Her ears droop as she senses your displeasure.
>"Oh, you're… I'm sorry, I could only manage to do the earth pony version of the spell."
>"And your fur color might be a little garish I know, but…"
>You jam your hoof back in Twilight's mouth.
>Turning around, you move your tail aside and present your backside to Twilight.
>"What's wrong? Are your back legs okay? Or are… you… um…"
>She trails off as she realizes your predicament.

>You turn back around to face the purple unicorn.
>Her gaze lingers on your hindquarters, but her attention quickly snaps back to you.
>Her face goes red and her ears fold as she struggles to find words.
>"I… uh, well… you see, there were two versions, a-and…"
>She goes through an awkward spell of forced throat-clearing, her eyes looking everywhere but you.
>"Th-there was a stallion version, but…"
>Under your indignant glare, she lets out a defeated sigh.
>"The mare version was a lot easier to cast."
"Twilight, I'm not mad. I just…"
>You stammer as well, shocked to find your voice not unrecognizable as your own, but decidedly quite feminine indeed.
>And, well…
>If you were still capable, you'd get a boner.
"I can't go out like this! What if people recognize me?"
>Twilight was clearly as unnerved by your new look as you were.
>"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. But… look on the bright side!" she said, her cheer returning.
>"Now that you're a pony, it should be significantly easier to make you a stallion."
>"Although…" she mutters, her smile becoming a bit larger.
>"I'll still need to run some tests on you beforehand. I need to make sure everything is… working right."
>You sigh heavily.
"Fine," you state with monotone, "but it's late. We should wait until tomorrow for whatever weird tests you have."
>"I couldn't agree more," she states with a content grin.
>"Besides, it's all in the name of science!"
>An awkward silence ensues between you both.
>Twilight's eyes remain on yours for a few moments too long.
>Was her face always that shade of pink?
"Welp, I'm going to bed," you blurt out, desperately breaking the silence.
"See you tomorrow, Twi."
>"Oh! Uh, yeah. Good night!"
>She hurries to her bedroom, not even bothering to clean up the mess.
>How incredibly out of character.
>All in all, this day could have been worse.
>Besides… this could be a fun learning experience.

>A soft bed in a dark room was a welcome end to the day.
>Being transformed into an ungulate is awfully tiring.
>What dwelled in your mind as you lay awake, however, is how Twilight acted after the event.
>You had never observed her to have any romantic interest in anyone during your stay in Ponyville.
>Least of all you.
>LEAST of all a mare version of you.
>At least, you think that was what that was..?
>The looks she gave you, and the way she speedily retreated to her room…
>You've never seen her act so anxious around anyone, not even Celestia.
>Maybe she was just smitten with thoughts of research.
>Maybe you're a perverted human who justifies his intimate desires for sentient ponies.
>Your train of remorse is snapped by a set of muffled moans from the other side of the wall.
>Maybe you fucking knew it.
>Maybe your sick curiosity is getting the better of you.
>Slowly and cautiously, you get up out of bed.
>Staying low as to not lose your balance on your newfound hooves, you creep over to the far side of your room.
>You press an ear to the thin wall bordering the guest bedroom and Twilight's room.
>You had doubts before, perhaps you were imagining things.
>But it was clear now, Twilight Sparkle was indeed pleasuring herself in what she believed to be privacy.
>There was no need to strain your senses– the wall might as well be made of paper.
>Soft, chirping moans and quick breaths graced your prying ears.
>Punctuated by a soft wooden creaking, the moans began to steadily increase in both pitch and volume.
>You let out a sharp breath as you realize the floor under you has become slightly damp.
>A foreign sensation permeates your strange new body as you feel warm all over.
>The warmest of spots sits hotly, almost tenderly between your hind legs.
>Rationale be damned, you instinctively reach a hoof down to your sweet spot.
>You bite down hard on your other foreleg as you barely stifle a gasp of your own.
>Why in god's name is it so damn sensitive? This can't be normal…
>Listening closely once again, you realize Twilight's bedroom is barren of sound.
>All of the heat in your body floods to your face.
>Mortified by the thought that Twilight could have heard you, you quietly sneak away from the wall, towards your bed.
>With an inelegance granted by your new body, you heave yourself onto the mattress.
>You pull the sheets up to your head, praying for sleep to take away the pure hell that is this moment.
>Hot, wet and unsatiated, you eventually slip into a restless slumber.
>The Ponyville library was silent that night.

>You reluctantly awaken from an unsatisfying rest with a nightmare you can't remember.
>In this moment, the one you hate the very most is Princess Celestia.
>Why does she have to make the sun so bright?
>Can't it rise just one hour later?
>You raise a hand to your eyes to prevent the fiery shafts of light from searing you alive.
>Too bad you have no arms.
>Before you're conscious enough to care, a hoof rushes up to meet your face.
>It hits you square in the nose, sending you reeling rather spectacularly onto the floor.
>You scramble to get up, but all you accomplish is wildly flailing your legs against the wooden floorboards.
>Giving up, you lay down and await the embrace of death to be delivered by whatever attacked you.
>After what may well be a few minutes, your mind awakens enough to realize the hoof that bludgeoned you was your own.
>You lay groaning on the floor as a horrific tingling engulfs your leg, followed by a dull pain as your feeling returns.
>As long as you're a pony, you should remember not to sleep in human positions.

>Memories of last night trickle back one by one.
>Some of them being more pleasant than others.
>As you shuffle out of your room and into the hall, you pray to the God Empress of Ponykind that Twilight will be so focused on researching your new form that she won't decide to bring up last night.
>Standing before the stairwell, you have never felt so utterly daunted by the concept of walking down stairs while sober.
>Taking one step at a time, you manage make it downstairs in under a minute.
>You meander into the kitchen to find the Purple One reading a newspaper at the table.
>As she looks over to you, in a brief moment, her face contorts through various cycles of confusion, fear, realization, and something else.
>She finally settles on being happy to see you, presenting a cheery smile.
>"Good morning Anon! For a second there, I kind of forgot about you… being, um…"
>Her smile diminishes as she trails off, but not completely.
>Too tired to finish her sentence, you opt for the 'function over form' approach.
"Morn' Twi. There any breakfast left?"
>You give a small start at how you sound.
>Despite being a sleep-deprived mumble, your own voice sounds rather nice to you.
>You imagine what a cute mare it must belong to.
>Your thoughts begin to rummage and you make yourself blush.
>Do normal people think about these things?
>"Oh, sorry," Twilight apologizes,
>"I had so much on my mind that I forgot to make enough for us both."
>I'll bet you did, hoofy girl.
>Wait, why did you think that just now? Stop it.
>"I mean… y'know, about the tests and all."
>You wonder if unicorns can read minds.

>Your stomach makes a gruesome noise that reminds you how hungry you are.
>Trotting over to the stovetop, you see Twilight has left out a cast iron skillet and an open carton of eggs.
>You take an egg in one hoof, and
>…
>You try to take an egg in both hooves, and…
>
>
>You drop the egg on the floor.
>This is a special hell.

>Twilight turns to the source of the wet cracking noise and sees you struggling.
>"Oh… Oh! Don't worry, Anon."
>She gives a patient little smile.
>"Of course, I should have expected you'd have trouble with stuff like this."
>You feel a wash of shame as you look down at the sad little splat on the tile floor.
>Inexplicably, you feel like you could burst into tears at the drop of a pin.
>Why are you so emotional today?
>"It's perfectly alright, Anon," reassures Twilight in an almost motherly tone, sensing your nerves on edge.
>"Here, I'll help you."
>She walks over by your side, gently brushing her flank against yours.
>Probably just an accident.
>A purple haze surrounds an egg as she levitates it out of the carton and sets it on the counter.
>You manage to pick up the egg now that it's on a flat surface.
>"Let me guide you," Twilight offers quietly.
>She puts her hoof on yours and gently leads the egg over to the skillet.
>Bringing your hoof down abruptly, the egg cracks on the rim of the pan and splatters onto the stove and your faces.
>"Um… S-sorry!" she chuckles as she reaches for a towel.
>"Here…"
>You scrunch up your face as she wipes off the specks of egg.
>In any other circumstance you would object to such patronizing behavior, but…
>You let it slide just this once.
>You're not sure if you could even hold a towel with hooves.
>That's what you say in your head.

>Twilight is back to guiding your hooves with hers, now that the egg is in the pan.
>You're so focused on getting your egg done just right that you don't really mind how close your bodies are.
>Or why she's still holding your hoof.
>She has her foreleg draped around behind your neck, holding your hoof on the other side.
>You can feel her warm breath on your cheek.
>It feels nice.
>It's getting rather hot in the kitchen, from the stove of course.
>She rests her other hoof on yours.
>It's so warm and soft, almost like a cat's pawpads.
>The both of you just stay like this for a while.
>You don't mind it one bit.

>You don't know how much time passed, but you're brought back to reality by the pungent smell of burning food.
>Twilight notices too and gasps, jumping away from her embrace.
>She is quick to act, floating a spatula over to the skillet and flipping the egg dextrously.
>The underside is totally black.
>Looks like breakfast at the cafe it is.

>By recommendation of Rarity, you and Twilight Sparkle both head down to a new cafe that opened recently in a totally gentrified part of Ponyville.
>It's called 'tee', stylized in lowercase helvetica.
>You can only imagine the kind of ponies who go there on a regular basis, but you'd prefer not to puke.
>Twilight seems to have a lot of faith in her friends, so she won't take no for an answer.
>But you're totally only going along because you like her.
>As a friend.
>Also you're starving.

>As you walk with Twilight along the cobbled footpath, you feel unbearably naked.
>Well, literally, which is a big thing to try and get over, but also figuratively.
>You immediately regret getting talked into leaving the library.
>You aren't exactly a social butterfly, but you've met a number of acquaintances around Ponyville through Twilight.
>Most of them mares, for one reason or the other.
>If they were to notice you and Twilight, your life is basically over.
>The only man in Equestria has been turned into a mare! How pitiful!
>You keep your profile low, hiding in Twilight's shadow whenever you can.
>You've learned a few things from hanging out with Fluttershy.

>Things have been very different since you became a gender-swapped pony, obvious aside.
>Twilight had been treating you quite differently today indeed.
>No bones about it, Twilight liked you much better in mare form.
>She had been a dear friend to you when you were a human, sure, but…
>The way she embraced you in her kitchen wasn't something pony friends usually do, is it?
>You can't stop replaying that scene in your head.
>Her soft hooves on yours…
>Your flanks nestled against one another…
>Your breaths intermingling…
>"Here we are!"
>Twilight's sunny disposition resuscitates you from your shameful daydream.
>You're afraid to look back to see if you left any spots on the pitted cobbles.

>After a tense walk through the busiest parts of Ponyville, you've arrived at the cafe.
>As soon as you sit down at a table inside, you feel your nerves relax a bit.
>The cool air blowing in is a refreshing change from Twilight's hot kitchen incident.
>That is, the incident that took place in a hot kitchen.
>Not an incident that was…
>Never mind.

>A barista mare with horn-rimmed glasses and a hideous three-color dyed mane brings you two a couple of menus.
>None of the food items have their prices listed.
>You can't pronounce any of the names either, so you just choose one at random.
>Twilight seems bedazzled by all this, though, and seeks your opinion.
>"So An- uh…" she begins, but remembers your wish to remain, ironically, anonymous in public.
>"Um, what do you think of this place? It's very… unique!"
>You can just barely hold back from giving her a piece of your mind about this place.
"It's… certainly something," you mutter just loudly enough for Twilight to hear.
>It's clear neither of you belong in this hip, happening atmosphere.

>Content with your expensive breakfast, you and Twilight have a seat on a shaded bench by the side of the cafe.
>You peer around at the local snobby patrons, trying hard not to look too disgusted.
>Despite it all, it's a beautiful day. A soft breeze accentuates the clear blue sky.
>As your gaze lands back on the purple pony before you, you feel quite at peace.
>Her eyes fall upon you in turn, her lips bearing a tiny smile.
>A strange idea falls into your head.
>You don't look away first.
>Neither does she.
>You both sit there, eyes locked, for who knows how long.
>Time is irrelevant.
>She closes her eyes, but the spell is cast.
>A thumping in your chest intensifies as Twilight leans forward in slow motion.
>You realize exactly what is happening, yet you're struck with pure fear and panic.
>Blind and deaf to the outside world, without a thought, you lean forward as well.
>Your heart is in your throat.
>You close your eyes right as your lips make contact with hers.
>Her embrace is soft as silk, heat exuding from you both.
>Countless ages pass, and you remain in tandem.
>Twilight emits a whispered huff as she pulls back.
>Surprising yourself, you let slip a quiet moan.
>You fall forward a bit, not wanting to let go.
>As you separate, her hot breath mixes with yours.
>At last, you gain the courage to open your eyes.
>All of your senses come flooding back.
>You're in public, in broad daylight, and you just kissed Twilight Sparkle.

>The purple unicorn's eyes open as well, her cheeks accented by a shade of crimson you've never witnessed on her before.
>Her mouth is slightly agape, drawing short, frequent breaths.
>You can only imagine you look the same to her.
>No words are spoken, enough being said already.
>She brazenly places a hoof softly on your chest, then moves it lower, finally withdrawing it with better judgement.
>She looks away towards the street.
>Dozens of ponies are still milling around, going about their daily business.
>None have the time to glance at a lonely bench in a shaded corner.
>Her gaze remains away from yours for a while longer.
>You both sit in silence for a spell.
>The wind has become colder as the sun sinks deeper in the sky, but you are plenty warm enough.

>Two mares sit together on a shaded seat.
>One a famous student of Princess Celestia,
>The other a stranger in an alien body.
>A still silence persists between you two.
>Your mind is left to roam the unimaginable events of today.
>Disjointed topics rapidly fire within your thoughts.
>Questions come and go before you can solve them.
>Still mildly intoxicated by a state of disbelief, you realize your legs have fallen asleep.
>You reposition yourself on the slatted planks slowly and silently, terrified to disturb the calm, lest some unknown force strike you down.
>Too afraid to even move your head, from the corner of your eyes, you see Twilight begin to shift her way off the bench.
>You go stiff, still staring straight ahead at the sunny main street, not wanting to face whatever reaction Twilight may have.
>She strolls ahead of you, passing through your field of view.
>Hearing nothing from behind her, she turns her head around to face you.
>"Coming, Anon?"
>Her relaxed tone betrays her lustful actions just moments before.
"Y… yes," you manage.
>You almost immediately regret that one word, the first part of it a shaky mumble.
>Twilight trails on ahead, forcing you into a half-jog to catch up.
>You're relieved to recognize her route as the one back to the library.

>Not a word nor a glance passes between you two for the duration of the walk home.
>The Golden Oak library comes into view, a welcome shelter from the mid-afternoon's chill.
>A late breakfast for you was lunch for Twilight, on account of your habitual late sleeping.
>The season had been unusually warm, the lack of grey skies only balanced by the moon's extended stage time.

>Once inside, you retire upstairs to the guest bedroom while Twilight stays down in the shop to handle the occasional customer.
>With the way Twilight was so quick to occupy herself has you believe she's got at least as much on her mind as you do.
>Either that, or she was somehow mad at you now. It's impossible to decipher her sometimes distant demeanor.
>Mares are weird, and you know that for a fact now.
>You can't even understand your own feelings. How do they do it?

…

>You're lifted from a state of half-lidded awareness by hoofsteps emanating down the wooden hallway.
>You had been intrigued by one of the many novels that lined the bedroom's shelves.
>It was a romance story about a high-class mare and a mysterious stallion from a distant kingdom.
>Absolute trash, but you hadn't much better to do for the evening.
>The sun had met the horizon a while ago. Coupled with your late morning, your day felt short.
>Twilight's steps draw near, stopping outside your unlatched door for a few seconds.
>She slowly creaked her way in, letting the door fully swing open before stepping into view.
>"Hi, Anon," she greeted, slightly breathy from climbing the stairs.
>"Boy, time sure flies! I got so caught up in sorting books again."
>"Classical and neoclassical, fantasy and fantastique, you know how it is."
>You smile at her, never so relieved to hear her talk about books.
"Hey, Twilight," you say, suppressing a yawn.
>You slip off the bed and onto your hooves, arching down and forward to stretch your stiff joints.
>You can't help but feel Twilight's eyes upon you.
"What do you think about dinner? It's gettin' kinda late."
>"I was about to ask you the same thing! Where do you think we should go?"

>Confusion consumes your face, leading way to worry.
"Go..? I mean, don't we have food here?"
>"Well, yes, but…" Twilight walks from the entryway over to you.
>"A nice dinner out would be just delightful, don't you think?"
>She just sits there with a big grin on her face.
>You suppose she's just trying to get out of making food, or something…
>Or 'something.'
"I'd love to Twi, but… what if somepony we know is at the restaurant?" you question, tone amplifying.
"They'd ask who I am, then they'd ask what I do, then they'd hear my voice and they'd be all like 'hey you sound familiar' and I'd be like NO! and… a-and then…"
"Thnvff…"

>Your hysterical outburst is ceased by a warm softness.
>Your eyes go wide, then fall closed as you slip into the familiar embrace of Twilight's lips.
>You don't ever want to move away.
>Twilight does so for you and pulls back.
>Her half-closed eyes stare you back once you open yours.
>"Don't you think you could make an exception for me?" she whispers lowly to your ear, sending visible shivers down your spine.
>Your thoughts are in pieces, but you manage to chirp out a sentence.
"I s… suppose it'll be fine…"
>As you speak, Twilight's deep purple eyes snap back to full awareness.
>"Oh, good!" her expression shifts as she looks greatly proud of herself.
>"So what are you feeling? Does flatbread sound good?"
>You regain your composure and nod, mouth slightly agape.
>She smiles and trots out of the room, down the hall.
>"Be ready in a few!" she calls from the stairwell.
>You've decided that mind control is real, and it's a purple horse.

>The brisk air of night hurried you and your companion along to your destination.
>Thankfully, there was a spare coat that Twilight had let you use.
>Wearing her clothes, being immersed in her scent– it gives you a feeling that keeps you warm.
>Accompanying this time of year were still a few festive decorations strewn about.
>String lights were draped between the lampposts that bordered the cobbled lane.
>Reaching tree branches formed an arch above the path, with a few lights hung about them.
>With Twilight Sparkle close to your side, you felt like the luckiest mare in the world.
>Mare… right.
>You wanted to remind Twilight about the possibility of changing you to a stallion, but…
>Would she still be happy if you changed?
>If a thing would make her love you less, you didn't want it.
>
>Wait, what was that word you just used?
>It sounds so bizarre, you roll it around your mind a few more times.
>'Twilight loves me.'
>Does she?
>It sounds like such an alien concept when you put the words together, but it's certainly true, isn't it?
>You know her well, and she definitely isn't the type to crush on whoever.
>But why you? She has plenty of very close friends, more than you can count.
>Surely she can do better than some boring old man-turned-mare.
>
>Or maybe she can't.
>Maybe that's exactly why she fell for you.
>You, once strange and exotic, became familiar and desirable– by her own doing.
>This is the part where you realize the stallion version of the spell probably wasn't that hard.

>You decide not to let your mind wander to such places.
>Both of you are happy, and that's that.
>It'll take plenty of getting used to having... well, mare-parts.
>But that's the fun part, isn't it?

>"Anon, we're here," Twilight says just above a whisper, bringing your attention back to the world.
>She always seems to know whenever you're too invested in thought for your own good.
>As you approach the restaurant's front door, it begins to glow purple, and suddenly swings open on its own.
>To your side, Twilight gives you a ridiculously deep bow.
>You can't tell if she's being courteous or just showing off, but you appreciate her gesture.
>This must be what fine mares feel like!

>Taking in the atmosphere as you both step inside, it's clear Twilight wanted to go somewhere a bit classier for tonight.
>Not to the point of being overbearing or snobby, but it's got a nice balance.
>However, you're rather embarassed you didn't realize before--
>Twilight is taking you out on a date.
>Not that you mind, of course, but...
>Boy, she's wasted no time at all to wine and dine you like this.
>Then what happens after..?
>You hang your head slightly as you catch your mind, once again, wandering where it shouldn't.

...

>Once you two are seated at a booth, you soon break out into lively conversation.
>About food, the weather, romance novels, magic, that mare over there with the bouffant oh my goodness do you SEE what she is wearing, etc.
>It's incredibly satisfying to have an eye-to-eye talk with Twilight.
>As a human, your relationship with her had been close, but this was like bonding with her all over again.
>To laugh and gossip like a couple of old mares was the happiest you've felt in all your time in Equestria.
>You wouldn't want to give this up for anything.

>Time passes swiftly in the midst of your chatting.
>Before too long, your food arrives at the table.
>As you concentrate intensely on picking up an especially nimble slice of flatbread with your hooves, you hear Twilight emit a quiet 'ahem' from across the table.
>You recognize that noise. It's her 'I do not approve' noise, and you've come to know it well enough.
>You give her your attention, lest you face the wrath of a slightly louder, irritated 'ahem'.
>She tosses you a look of mild disdain.
>"Anon, napkin please," she remarks, with intonation that reminds you of Rarity.
>"And your silverware is right there."
>You look down at Twilight's plate, and...
>Sure enough, instead of using her hooves or magically levitating her food, she is using a fork and knife to eat flatbread.

>Glowering in disbelief at her antics, you can tell she's being serious.
"I can barely hold an egg without help, Twilight, and that was with both hooves."
>"Oh, nonsense," she chuckles, even further channeling her inner white unicorn.
>"A proper mare must always have proper etiquette at the dinner table."
>By her smile, you can tell she's amused herself.
>You don't really care about being a 'proper mare', just being a regular one is fine with you.
>She's really trying to make this date feel more formal than it is, isn't she?
>Sighing, you unroll the forks and knife from the cloth napkin by your plate.
>You unceremoniously drape the napkin over your back hooves.
>That's how it's supposed to go, right? How does that help?

>You position yourself over the tableware and try to grab the fork by flexing your hoof muscles.
>Aside from clanging it against the table a few times, you don't amount to anything.
>Frustrated with your apparent lack of higher cognitive function, you opt to take the fork in both hooves.
>Shakily, you position it over a piece of crust.
>Pressing down hard, you flinch as the fork slams down against the table, your hooves mashing into your food.
>You look to Twilight for guidance, but she buries herself in her meal, trying her best to hide a smirk at your expense.
>Aggravated but filled with determination, you wipe yourself off on your napkin and grab the fork again.
>You press the fork hard between your hooves so it won't slip down this time.
>However, the pressure is too great and your hooves slip apart, sending the fork flying in an unseen direction across the restaurant.
>You slowly retract your hooves off the table as you break into the cold sweat of embarassment.
>Not helping one bit, you hear Twilight let escape a snort of laughter at your inability to preform such a common task.
>Looking up at her, she's holding a hoof to conceal her mouth, but her strained eyes and squeaks of laughter betray her.
>Whereas her hoof once held her fork, the piece of silverware is floating by its own, encompassed by the same purple glow that radiates from her horn.

>Your startled expression apparently sends Twilight over the line, as she bursts into a fit of giggling.
>She covers her red face with her hooves, fork and knife still floating in place where they once appeared to be held in her hooves.
>"I... I'm sorry Anon, I... you were..." she chokes out between laughs.
>Wiping a tear away, she retrieves her composure enough to speak, albeit interspersed with chuckles.
>"Sorry, sorry. I shouldn't have messed with you like that."
"Yeah, well... I thought ponies had like, hoof-grips or something," you grumble, eyes moist.
>Twilight always would go to lengths to tease you about your misunderstandings about Equestrian culture.
>You felt like she went a little too far sometimes, though, especially now that she had embarassed you in a crowded restaurant.
>"You never noticed that only unicorns use silverware to eat? It's just a formality, really."
>She sets aside the fork and knife, levitating just her food.
>As she goes to take a bite, she regards your defeated expression.
>"Hey, I'm... I really am sorry," she returns to her softer side, gently placing her hoof on the table.
>With your head still down, you meet your hoof with hers.
>"I knew you were really nervous tonight, and I thought I could lighten the mood a little."
>You meet her gaze, her eyes concerned and sincere.
>"If you want, after dinner, we can go on a stroll through the park," she suggests.
>"Hardly anypony ever stays there after dark, so it can be just the two of us."
>Smiling, you nod.
"That would be nice. Thanks, Twilight."
>She gives your hoof a gentle squeeze before letting go.
>...
"Do I, um... still need to wear the napkin?"
>"Yes."
>Ok.

>A lone bright crescent adorns the black sky, accompanied only by the faint grey apparition of clouds.
>After a stroll through the quiet town, you arrive at the brim of a lightly wooded park.
>The verdant span is silent at this hour, save for the gentle lapping of the pond within.
>You and Twilight soon find a seat, your legs deserving a rest.
>By the bench on which you and your partner lie, a lamppost's dim light barely reaches.
>Your nerves had been strung high nearly all day, but at last, in the shroud of late moonlight with none but Twilight Sparkle close by your side, you feel truly at ease.
>"This place is so nice during the night," Twilight sighed.
>"Whenever I have a stressful day at the library, I come here at night and just walk around."
>"I always feel better afterwards... um, besides the time I fell asleep here," she admitted with a chuckle.
>She turns to look at you, her breath visible in the snappy air.
>"You haven't ever been here before, have you?" she smiles inquisitively.
>You turn to her as well, but say nothing, feeling no need to.
>If falling into her gaze time after time is a lesson of some sort, you've learned nothing.

>A bold idea quickens your heart as you close your eyes, leaning forward to her.
>"Mnnh..."
>Your take hold of her in your lips, confident enough to be the aggressor this time.
>It's a rather different experience when it's her being caught off guard by yourself.
>Or so you think.
>You emit a small peep as you feel her tongue delve into you.
>She shifts herself towards you on the bench, making her the upper one.
>You gently fall back as Twilight descends upon you, her hot mouth breaking no contact.
>Fallen under her spell once more, you lustfully explore the curvatures of her territory.
>A gasp escapes you as some part of her brushes against your sensitive undercarriage, lingering there for a moment.
>Running out of breath, you finally manage to break away, hungry for air.
>Twilight looks down at you tenderly, her sultry breath a defiance to the crisp breeze.
>Steamy breaths rise up from between you two, gleaming in the moonlight.
>A wave of courage compels you to speak briefly.
"Twilight, I th... think we should go home," you huff.
>Eloquently put, as ever.
>"Y-yeah, maybe," Twilight breathes, "it's supposed to get cold tonight."
>You severely doubt that's her only reason for agreeing.

>As it came into view, you realized you were grateful for the Golden Oak to be just a few stone's throws from the park.
>Though the biting wind slowed you down, it could not rob you of your warmth.
>Reaching the doorway, you watch as Twilight deftly unbolts the door in one swift movement.
>As soon as you step inside after her, an attempt to speak is halted by Twilight eagerly planting her lips on yours once again.
>Your back meets with the wall as her chest grazes your own.
>She lets loose a hushed moan, inciting a few soft vocalizations from yourself.
>Moving away, she realizes she'd left the library door open and hastily kicks it closed.
>Now that you're in the warmth of home, you feel your temperature rise sharply.

>Scanning the room, your eyes rest upon the source of the warmth.
>The fireplace is the centerpiece of the room, rather hard to ignore as light faintly spills from its bricked hearth.
>Twilight had thoughtfully stoked the fire before leaving to dinner, but even now, the smallest of fiery tendrils lapped at the spent logs.
>Before the mantle sat a soft-looking sofa, large enough to fit several ponies at once.
>Feeling tired, you wander over to the couch and test it with a hoof, its gentle fabric soft to the touch.
>You suddenly feel Twilight rub up against you, her flank more than gently caressing yours, making you jump.
>She leans in close to your ear, warm breath tickling your cheek.
>"Let's make ourselves comfortable, Anon," she hums, her voice sending tingles throughout your body.
>She trots past you over to the couch where she throws herself down, her alluring gaze accented by the soft orange glow.
>You climb onto the sofa with her, positioning yourself so that you face each other.
>Twilight leans in for a kiss and you more than happily oblige.
>The familiar sweetness of her lips sends your heart into overdrive, its thumping filling your ears as you move yourself closer to her body.

>Twilight wraps her hooves around you, pulling you forward as she lays back.
>Lips still in contact, your bodies press together tightly.
>Chest-to-chest, you feel her heartbeat close to yours, and just as rapid.
>You let out a gasp as the burning place between your hind legs brushes against her.
>Breaking the kiss to look down, you find your blushing marehood to be precariously hovering next to hers.
>You send Twilight a look that asks for reassurance.
>She simply gives a shallow nod and, without words, pulls you closer.
>A shrill moan escapes you as your nethers collide with the hot softness of her own, provoking a sharp breath from her.

>With hooves draped around your back, Twilight holds you firmly against her as she breathes in deeply.
>Burying your nose in her lavender coat and dark mane, you do the same, taking in her wonderful scent.
>She smells like paper, a soft lingering of flowers, and her own musk.
>But mostly paper.
>Twilight repositions her backside so that her legs are now sprawled apart, allowing you to position yourself with your hips against hers.
>With fluttering moans coming from you both, you begin to gently grind yourself on her marehood.
>A wavering cry comes from Twilight as you graze her breasts, her sensitive nipples nearing your own with each movement.
>"Anon, I... lhh..."
>Her back legs come together, wrapping behind your lower back and pulling you closer still.

>As your heartbeat quickens, you feel hers pounding away in her chest as you continue grinding your hips against Twilight's with increased speed.
>Your senses become almost numb as you feel yourself reaching a high you've never known before.
>Sharp panting now fills the air, interspersed with what you think might be your name through a gnawed lip.
>Whatever divine sensation has taken hold of your body feels to be nearing its peak.
>Twilight lets out an unrestrained moan of ecstasy as you bite her neck in an attempt to stop yourself from emitting a loud cry.
>Unable to restrain yourself any longer, you call out the only name you can remember.
>A mare's voice crying out for Twilight is the last thing you hear before a wave of blinding, deafening pleasure washes over you in waves.

>You collapse upon the soft, heaving chest of your lover.
>Labored breaths are all that can be heard for a moment.
>One quiet voice breaks the silence, just above a breathy whisper.
>"I love you, Anon," Twilight says, holding you tightly against her bosom.
>Lacking even the strength to lift your head, with eyes closed, you tell her your heart.
"I love you too, Twilight."
>You remember nothing else before drifting off into a much-deserved slumber.
>Perhaps you can be a mare for a while longer.