Void of Reproductive Thought, by Anon

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>The ponies of Equestria have a peculiar trait.
>They all are in possession of reproductive organs but are forbidden from knowing of their purposes.
>Whenever the urge arises, magic takes control and deals with it in secret, removing any memory of the instance one began to feel aroused.
>All ponies believe that by their princesses' blessing, they are granted children, when in reality they are turned in to simple-minded animals behind closed, secured doors and entry/exit ways.

>Anyway, this brings us down to you.
>Yes, you.
>Standing in an alleyway to find some peace of mind to take a moment to whack one off.
[spoiler]>No, there isn't an emergency service that detects this kind of stuff that'll come charging out in full force like a rampant SWAT team.[/spoiler]
>Twilight Sparkle, a pony you'd recently had been acquainted with, spots you as she passes by.
>Back-tracking on her hooves, mouth slightly agape with eyes wide, she watches your shadowy form from a distance.
>With a tentative tap on the wall beside her, she catches your attention as you hide behind a garbage can.
>She offers a timid smile as she approaches, slowly.
>You take the lid of the can and use it to cover yourself as you pull up your [spoiler]trousers.[/spoiler]
>"W-Whatchya got there?"
"Uh, nothing. Just- uh... I better go."
>You stormed off, embarrassed, down the opposite way she came in.
>She reaches out a hoof, but retracts herself from calling out with a 'Wait!'.
>Now, she looks to her plush hoof before looking back at your distant form.

>It's been over a week since and you hadn't really talked to anyone in a while.
>But here you were; seated in Twilight's basement as she readies her equipment.
>She offered you some pretzels but you turned her down.
>You weren't really hungry, that's all.

>She's splayed out over her comfy bean bag seat, belly up and head tilted to rest on the back, moving every now and then to get more comfortable.
>She's been asking you questions about your world and your view on things.
>You can clearly see her genitalia, shining dimly in the darkly lit room, but not once has anybody made note about it since you arrived.
>Not that you knew what was going on. You've just been having problems fitting in.
>You would've expected someone to have suggested stripping down or something at this point, but the only questions you seem to get are from Twilight Sparkle.
>Beyond the sexiness, she's cute in the bookworm kinda way.
>You just wanna rub her tummy and scratch her chin and behind her ears.
>You... resist the urge to ask though.

>It's been three and a half months now since then and you've steadily been making friends around Ponyville.
>However, you have been noticing a few peculiarities.
>The kind of peculiarities mentioned earlier in the story.
>Ponies have been going missing a lot lately.
>Not like missing-missing but fifteen minutes missing.
>Normally, you wouldn't be concerned about not having friends around you most of the tike.
>Hell, consider it a blessing.
>But... you have noticed.

>Much time has gone by and you stand alongside Twilight Sparkle, once again, by that very same alleyway.
>"Say, uh... I hope I'm not being rude for asking, but... what were you doing back there all those months ago?"
>You resign yourself to a quiet approach, hoping that the two of you could continue onward to Sugar Cube Corner for your weekly question time.
>Unbeknownst to you, each week, the route you two would take drew closer and closer towards that alleyway.
>She'd been looking for an excuse to bring it up.
>"I mean it's not that I don't trust you or anything! But... uh..."
>You notice she's stammering a bit with her words, a hoof tapping against the ground at incredible speeds.
>"Just curious is all!"
>A nervous grin is completely stretched across her face.
>Something's definitely bugging her.

>Fortunately, you know enough about her by now that her quest for knowledge can not be halted and that there was no use telling lies.
>But that wouldn't stop you from telling half-truths.
>Now, however, was not one of those times.
>You ask her to trust you and that she wouldn't be weirded out by it at all.
>She complies as you head down the dark alleyway until you were well hidden behind a familiar trash can.
>You slump yourself down down against the wall, watching as Twilight follows you in.
>You pat down at your side, offering her a seat that she accepts.
>She glances up to you after staring at the dirt below her.
>"So..."
"Twilight?"
>"Please promise."
>She silently motions the universal promise to secrecy.
>When she's done, she opens her eyes, looking up at you once more with a smile, before glancing down to your [spoiler]trousers.[/spoiler]
>Slowly, you pull down your zipper and fiddle with your underwear buttons, view concealed by your hands.
>Now, your dick is free.
>It's... not very active right now.
>But with a glance to Twilight's face and a few squeezes, it comes to life, steadily.
>"Wh-What is that thing?"
>Giving it a little time to build up, you tell her exactly what it is.
>Your penis.
"My penis."
>After some rhythmic movements and some pumping, she begins to question what you're doing.
>Your mind, too clouded up by this whole situation, offers her no answer.
>You are eventually jolted out of your concentration with a sudden press of a silky, soft, squidgy purple hoof against [spoiler]your foreskin.[/spoiler]
>A jolt of pleasure rushes against you as you instinctively thrust up in to the pliable feel of this hoof.
>Twilight gets the idea to perhaps rub around a little and boy does it do wonders.

>The tension down there builds as she gently rubs her hoof against it.
>It felt like warm play dough, melding itself against the skin.
>She gets up close and studies it.
>Every detail.
>You've started to leak a little and little Twilight decides to lean in and take a lick with the flick of her tongue against the very tip of the head.
>You were done for at this rate, as you continue to leak more and more, pooling up at the top.
>The sound of her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth and circling her gums as tiny smears of your pre-cum find their way to her tastebuds, polishing whatever surface it was met up against.

>Seeing more of it pooling out, she leans back in and takes the entire length of you down.
>The motions of her tongue muscles and the heat of her mouth are incredible.
>The sheer, animalistic pleasure courses through you as she curls her tongue to gather more and more from you until her mouth is bloated when she pulls off.
>What follows is one of the most erotic sensations you've ever experienced.
>She lowers her mouth back down and lets your dick pierce through as she blows the collective load in a swirl all around your dick, using her tongue to make sure every inch is covered.

>Looking up at her, you see her eyes are glazed over with a white shine to them.
>Either she was lost in the moment or something was wrong.
>It certainly didn't feel wrong to you.
>But it didn't feel 'right' either.
>Either way, you shared a moment in ecstasy as she pumps your cock deep down, in to her throat.
>Your balls are bubbling up another load by now as she pacifies herself on your dick like a newborn would it's mother's teats.

>She looks up to you this time, still with that 'glazed over' look in her eyes as she nods once.
>Feeling yourself tense up suddenly, you erupt inside her throat, coating it white with your seed.
>She slowly, inch by inch, pulls herself off your dick, cleaning off the cum with her pull and gasping for air once freed.
>So you figure she's more of a mouth-breather.
>Whilst the idea of an angry, glaring mare flaring her nostrils mid-blowjob is a massively arousing thought, the blood failed to circulate your dick back in to action as it needed rest.
>You notice that she's passed out on the dirt with cum drooling from her mouth and her eyes closed in relaxation.
>Her pussy gives you a half-hearted wink.

>It's been two hours and the two of you are back at the Library, finishing off the doughnuts you bought together.
>You picked out some regular jams whilst she requested for the ones with chocolate and double-glazing.
>Pinkie makes the best baked goods, without question.
>You asked her before if she could teach you but she claimed it to being a coveted set of recipes that Princess Celestia swore for her to never reveal.
>Regardless, you were sitting together with the purple mare by a fireplace she'd recently had built in for 'strictly cozy times only', reading a book beneath a blanket together.
>You managed to give her a nice, warm bellyrub that elicited a giggle from her as you hand gently brushed against the fine, purple hairs.

>She didn't remember much about what happened and when you tried to explain it to her.
>To her, your voice was sounding kinda fuzzy or that perhaps she was just feeling tired.
>You pick up the little horse, resting her over your shoulder with one arm wrapped around her barrel and another securing her cute, petite pony butt.
>Opening the door to her room, you crouch to get inside and move towards the bed.
>You set her down on the bed, about to tuck her in when her forehoof reached out a little, rolling herself over on to her belly.
>She must really miss Smarty Pants.
>As she snoozes and drools, her hindleg kicks the air as you pull the cover over her.
>You think you'll take a rest too, so you settle down, seated by the side of her bed and let sleep overcome you.

[This is where writefag was kill]