Request by Anon: Horsefucker in Equestria (3/3)

>You awaken to the sound of songbirds outside as a beam of sunlight manages to penetrate the heavy curtains to illuminate the bed
>Carefully, you untangle yourself from your partner, trying not to disturb her sleep, getting up to creep over to the kitchen
>As you mix yourself a cup of coffee, you stare across the dim-lit apartment at the mare still curled up in her bed
>Her name was Lyra Heartstrings
>A cute, little mare you had met at the park yesterday afternoon
>You two hit it off good, as you always do, and you had her infatuated with you by 7 o’clock sharp
>A little scratch behind the ears and she was all yours for the night
>You notice her start to slightly squirm under the covers, uncomfortable your arms were no longer wrapped protectively around her
>After slipping on your coat, you quickly pour her a cup of Joe as well, dropping in a perfectly crystallized sugarcube
>While walking across the room to the door, you stop to leave it on the container by her bedside
>As you are about to pull your hand away, a fuzzy mint colored hoof reaches out from the bed to catch it
>Lyra [disappointed]: “You’re leaving?”
>You look down to met two large, soft golden rings staring up at you
>She wore a slight frown on her maw, which complimented well with her overall spent appearance
“Sorry doll, it was nice but I best be on my way”
>Lyra: “But so early? I’m still up for anyother-“
>You gently push her hoof aside and begin stroking the bottom of her chin, in just the right way
>Immediately, her eyes develop a glassy haze as you temporally overwhelm her senses
>As you retract your fingers, her eyes go half lid and she lets out the tiniest of gasps
“Till next time”
>With that said, you made your way to the door and left the downdraught apartment behind, never looking back

>Of course, you had been lying about a ‘next time’
>There was never a next time… not when there was a whole town of female equines just waiting to be loved
>You had arrived in Equestria about 2 months ago, leaving behind your family, friends and life on Earth
>And you’ve never been happier
>Back then, you had be a zoophilia, working as a farm hand on some millionaire’s recreational ranch out West
>But most importantly, you were a horsefucker
>Some blamed it on genetics, others on your upbringing… All irrelevant
>All you knew was that there was nothing sweeter than some fine marehood in a breezy summer afternoon
>You don’t remember how you got here or why, and frankly you didn’t care
>This place was heaven to you
>Now the horses here weren’t exactly horses like the ones back home, more like miniature ponies with some more… humanoid qualities
>They could talk, which was a turn off at first, but you warmed up to it soon enough
>Despite those differences, they still retained that equine finesse that put your teeth on edge
>As you strolled down Mane Street, you couldn’t help but notice the attention you were getting from the mares
>Some would snicker and giggle like little school girls as you past, others would just watch from a distance with their ears perked at attention
>Their similarities with earth equines didn’t stop there with just their basic form
>As a horsefucker, you had learned a thing or two on how to keep a mare from bucking your skull in when you did your thing
>What had once been used to calm a mare on Earth, drove the ones here insane with ecstasy
>Every night since you came here, you had been invited to spend the night at a different home
>On some occasional, even paid to!
>You used to spend a whole month with one mare on Earth until you finally got tired of the old and moved onto to something fresh and new
>Now, there was no wait. No stalls to steathily sneak into at the dead of night
>A wink to a crowd of adoring mares causes them to melt in front of your eyes
>You are Anon
>And you are living the dream

>Though the most blissful of dreams are not without their subtle disturbances
>About 20 yards in front, walking in your direction, you spot a unicorn you knew very well
>Her coat was the most perfect hue of lavender, her mane a dark sapphire blue with a single streak of heavenly rose shined in the Sun, and most of all, her majestic, violent eyes were staring daggers at you
>Of all the ponies in Ponyville, this one alone hated your guts
>Something about screwing her little group of friends all in the same week had put you two on bad terms
>She didn't trust or like you for that matter
>Even had the nerve to call you out and rudely embarrass you at one of Pinkie Pie's parties
>Luckily, there had been more than enough mares to comfort you that night but her comments still retained their sting
>No matter how hard you tried to resolve your differences, she had always remained indifferent towards you
>You supposed it didn't mean much
>I mean, you had the whole town begging for your attention
>You could have anything you wanted from any mare with just the snap of your fingers
>So why... why could you not stop thinking about this one?
>Was it because of her aversion towards you, that you desired to win her over so much?
>Even when the other mares were busy satisfying your needs, there sat that little unicorn in the back of your mind
>Before you knew it, you two were about to pass each other
>She had since dropped her eyes, looking down at the road in attempts to avoid an altercation
>You instead stopped and sidestepped into her path, staring down at her with a cheery smile
"Why, hello there Twilight! It's been awhile"
>You bend over slightly and extend a hand for a hoofshake
"How are you and Spike doing?"

>The stubborn unicorn finally looks up to meet your eyes
>Seconds later, you are temporarily enveloped in a purple aura and swiftly shoved to the side, out of her way
>Twilight keeps her head high, eyes closes and snout to the sky as she leaves
>Twilight [annoyed]: "I've made it quite clear that I do not wish to talk to you, let alone live in the same town as you"
>You quickly recover and run up to walk by her side
"Why, what harsh words, Miss. Sparkles! Surely, there must be something we can discuss together"
>Twilight: "I've already exchanged enough words with you to know that we have nothing to discuss"
"Are you so sure of that? You once had shown great interest in me when I first arrived. You even showed me the great kindness as to let me stay at your house my first night here..."
>The mare continues to keep averted posture and begins to pick up the pace, one fast enough to which you could not easily keep up with by walking
>You decide to jump into front of her path again, this time causing her abruptly stop and open her eyes
"I only wish to be on good terms with you, Twilight. Nothing more. How about we go back to your place and you can talk about Earth, like old times. Ask me some questions about human culture, perhaps?"
>Twilight [monotone]: "Everything in the human culture, happens below the waist. You've made that very clear to me, Anon."
>This time, she angrily stares deep into your eyes, as if trying to make you feel guilty
>When you fail to back down, she walks around you, snout to sky again like a pompous bitch
>You turn to watch her leave, mesmerized by the sway of her hips
"It's a shame really... Under different circumstances, I think we could have been great friends"
>She doesn't turn back to respond, but you know she hears every word
>As she disappears from your sight, your heart begins to slow down
>She was going to be a hard one to rut
>But you'd enjoy every minute of the chase

--Part 2--

>Back at your apartment, you prepare yourself with the proper attire for your plans this evening
>A full skin-tight body suit dyed jet black, a forehead mounted flashlight, wrist watch and, last but not least, a briefcase of mischievous tools.
>Despite the lack of an invitation from Twilight, you had been planning at staying at her house tonight for the last week now
>Just like any good horse before you ride it, you must break it in
>Twilight’s disgust for your… behavior was clear. So trying to coo her with your usually tactics would only prove to repulse her more
>But you had a plan.
>Every Friday night when the rest of Ponyville was out and about, having a good time, Twilight boards herself up in her tree house and spends the whole night reorganizing the library
>If there was one thing Twilight was, it was organized
>A controlling, studious, and obsessively compulsive mare
>She valued her ability as a sound intellectual more than anything, perhaps even more than her precious friendships
>And tonight, you were going to take it all away from her
>You had heard stories of even the simplest of disorders setting her off
>She was well read alright, but her mental state was somewhat on the brink of becoming unstable, mostly because of you
>Every since her little outburst and public declaration against you, she had been seeing less and less of her friends, whom had all come to your defense
>She didn’t show it, but she was hurting
>Instead of baking a Pie with Pinkie, reading a book with Rainbow or helping Applejack with another Friendship problem… she locked herself away in her library

>Either plotting on how to get rid of you or simply hiding from the harsh reality of your acceptance, you didn’t know
>You just knew she was a ticking time bomb
>All you needed to do was to press the right buttons
>Just when the Sun begins to fall, casting a pink glare over the purple sky, you exit your apartment and take the back route to the Golden Oaks Library
>As much as you missed the attention, you needed to avoid being seen and adored tonight
>Unfortunately, as you round the bend of a back alley of a house, you unexpectedly run into a mare friend of yours
>About 10 feet in front of you was Fluttershy, head bent down, offering a piece of cheese to an assembled family of city rats
>They hadn’t seen you, but there was no other way of getting around them
“Well, what an odd coincidence to find you here, Fluttershy”
>The tiny rodents scurry away at the sound of your voice and Fluttershy’s irises dilate in terror
>She lets out a tiny ‘mep’ and hides herself behind her mane, looking away as she tries to shrink into the ground
“No need to be scared, I thought we were over this?”
>She cowers even more at your question, drawing herself closer to the side of the building
>But there was no mistaking the heavy blush you could see through her mane
>Her eyes focus in on a trash can about 3 feet from you, but she dares not look up
>Fluttershy: “Oh hi-i-i there, Anon… I was just, um, feeding ,um, I-“
>Her words deteriorate into meaningless, muted babble and you take a few steps forward
“Hey there, calm down. Remember what I told you?”
>For a brief second, she manages to flash a look into your eyes and draws in a deep breath as she panics to find an answer

>Fluttershy: “Yes, I remember- I remember it was, um, it, um-“
>The Pegasus becomes more buried in her mane in shame by each passing stutter, until…
>Fluttershy: “Oh my, it was, um- …. My-y safety word is Peaches!”
> Her face and smile remerge from her mane, her wings flaring out as she exclaims the word
>You, on the other hand, face palm
“No, not that… I meant that you don’t have to act so uncomfortable and nervous around me anymore. We’re good friends, are we not?
>Fluttershy: “Yeah… just friends”
>Her chipper mode fades as quickly as it came, her view returns to staring at your feet
>Suddenly, her eyes widen at some kind of realization
>Fluttershy: “Ah Anon? What’s with those weird clothes?”
“Why this? I just came back from… scuba driving. Yeah. This is my driving suit”
>She tilts her head sideways confused, obviously not buying it
>Fluttershy: “But, you’re not wet? And what’s with that briefca-“
>In an instant, your right hand latches onto the mare’s left ear
>Before she can react, you gently squeeze the base of her ear, moving up its length,  gradually releasing pressure as you go
>Fluttershy’s jaw hangs half open and her wings become rigid
>By the time you work the full length of the ear, a tiny bit of drool hangs from her lips
“Too many questions, sweet heart”
>You advance your hand through her mane and down her neck, pressing ever so precisely into her vertebrae
>The mare exhales slowly as you do so, pings of pleasure pulsing down her spine
 “Why don’t you just head home now and forget you ever saw me, ok?”

>All she can do is nod, stuck in a zombie like trance
>You pull your hand back and gently slap her backside
>Her whole being shakes at your touch before she trots away out of sight, and out of mind
“Damn, that was close. Good thing she’s so timid in public…”
>You continue on your way as if nothing happened, drawing ever closer to the library
>Finally, you make a mad dash from the alleyway and slide into the shadows neighboring Twilight’s place
>It was approaching winter that time of year and the darkness had fallen early on Ponyville, masking your presence
>You check your wrist-watch to find it was 6:52 PM
>That gave you eight minutes until Twilight returned from Quill store to stock up before beginning her re-organization of the library
>She was always on time. Always
>Keeping your back close to the trunk, you silently slither around the tree until you reach the back door
>You didn’t have any lock picks, but you wouldn’t need them for this
>A simply twist of the handle and you were inside
>Spike had left it unlocked for you
>You had bribed him to do so two days before, with a most flattering picture of Rarity that you had taken when you two had been ‘wine-tasting’ in the Equestrian countryside
>Let’s just say, there was no questions asked by either party...
>As you make your way inside the main chamber, you light a single candle to provide at least some kind of illumination
>The place is exactly the same as when you had stayed here, before Twilight had kicked you out
>The dewy, yet sweet smell of dried paper hung in the air
>It reminded you of incense at Christmas mass but far less potent
>As you study the place, you rerun your master plan in your head

>The one thing that kept Twilight sane… was her sanity itself
>Her pride in being the perfect, untainted genius protégé of Princess Celestia
>Without her friends, it was the last thing that was keeping her from going over the edge
>So, you were going to take that from her
>You were going to play a little trick on her tonight… well, more like a series of tricks
>Back on Earth, it was called gaslighting
>You were going to make her think she was going crazy so that she actually did go insane
>And finally, when she would question out loud why this was happening to her, you’d be there to provide the answer
>It was a pretty nasty and corrupt way of getting her to flip the tail, but what did it matter?
>You’ve done worse
>Just then, you hear the sound of hooves approaching the front door as well as muffled voices outside
>Twilight: “-I mean, who does she think she is?! Calling me narrow-minded!”
>Just as the door opens, you had already concealed yourself in a corner of the library
>Contently resting behind a large podium, which was additional masked by shadows, you lay out your briefcase on the floor and quickly examine your payload
>While the door slams shut angrily as Twilight continues her tirade, an eerie grins takes hold of your face
>Tonight was going to be fun

--Part 3--

>Twilight: “WHAT THE HAY! I just had it a second ago…”
>Spike: “Y-You ok down there, Twilight-?”
>Twilight: “I’M FINE, Spike. Go back to bed”
>A single strand of her mane breaks formation into a crazy curl as she fumes with rage
>Behind the podium, you watch patiently as she slowly begins to lose her marbles
>Before Twilight had taken Spike up stairs to bed, she had disassembled her library, taking all the books out from their shelves and plopping them on the ground
>While she was preoccupied with Spike, you hastily constructed a thin wired pulley system connecting a handful of books
>When she came back down to begin reorganizing, you were ready
>Once in awhile, Twilight would place one of your bobby trapped books back on their shelf
>As soon as she turned her back, however, you’d yank it off and drag it back into the pile on the floor
>The first few times, she looked generally confused, sometimes quickly shaking her head as if to try and regain focus
>However, after about a half hour, she began getting tense
>She’d place a book back on the shelf and refuse to move her graze from it while she continued to blindly scavenged for the next book
>But you were patient
>And your patience was rewarded whenever she did finally accidentally look away, with just enough time for you to act
>Eventually, she was able to fill a single, whole shelf with only one of your wired books in the row
>You couldn’t pull it back without taking down the whole thing
>That would just be too ominous
>As she sits back and proudly expects the only row she had managed to complete in over an hour, you hatch an idea

>With Twilight’s attention totally focused on her books, you sneak from behind the podium and perform a hardcore parkour roll into the nearby kitchen
>You find the refrigerator easy enough with your flashlight and you make sure to leave its door cracked open
>30 seconds later, you’re back to safety behind your podium
>Slowly but surely, the cold chill creeps into the room as a white fog
>The cloud soon reaches Twilight, who notices the sudden change in temperature when she exhales condensed water vapor
>She looks over her shoulder, puzzled, and gets up to follow the trail back to the Kitchen
>As soon as she moves, you crawl stealthily out of cover and begin replacing the books on the shelf with random ones still lying on the floor
>You hide again before she enters, Twilight not expecting a thing
>Twilight [concerned]: “-But I don’t remember opening the refrigerator…”
>Good. She was even starting to talk to herself
>This was going swimmingly
>She goes back to her work for about a whole ten seconds, until she goes bug eyed when she realizes her one and only completely organized shelf was, in fact, completely random
>The purple mare’s mouth hangs agape. She even blinks a few times to make sure she was seeing clearly
>Twilight: “But this- But how- WHY?!”
>She lets out a tiny scream of frustration as all the books she was levitating before fall helplessly to the ground with a heavy thud
>Stressed and exhausted, Twilight falls back onto her pile of book, staring upwards
>Twilight [helplessly]: “What’s happening to me?”

>She stays there staring upwards for quite some time, until you start to think she was actually waiting for a response, from like the tree or something
>Not knowing what next to do, you wait until she finally gets up
>Twilight: “No. You’re not crazy, Twilight. We’ll show them!”
>She promptly gets back to reorganizing with a new sense of vigor and resolve
>You might have admired her determination under different circumstances
>Another hour passes and you continue to manipulate and shuffle the books as she tries desperately to retain some sense of order
>Gradually her mane becomes frizzled, her eyes develop bags (one of which kept randomly twitching) and an unnatural, frightening smile stretches across her face
>You’re not going to lie, she looked fucking horrible
>But that’s what you were here for
>To bring her so low, that you solely could build her back up
>Another hour passes and yet she persists, her mental state still deterating at an alarming rate
>You’d never thought she’d actually get to the point where she’d start talking to the books
>Heck, maybe she always did?
>Twilight eventually gets so wrapped up in a conversation with a group of them that she stops working all together
>You cringe slightly as she begins to ramble about her used-to-be best friends ditching her, leaving her all alone
>It was getting to the point where you thought she might turn into a murderous psychopath or something
>Like a bipolar Pinkie Pie on a sugar rush
>Time for Step 2.
>While the delusional unicorn continues to masquerade the voices of her new book friends, you creep out from behind the podium and tiptoe to the front door

>Preparing your feet for a quick escape, you knock heavily on the wooden door before diving back behind the podium
>Twilight, disoriented by her temporary insanity, takes a moment to register the sound and turns to face the door only after you were safely hidden
>Twilight: “But- but who could that b-… Anon.”
>The last word slips off her tongue with a cold sting that makes you want to reconsider your plan for a second
>She gets up from her circle of book friends and begins to head over to the door
>To your surprise, she stops just at the door and frantically tries to re-groom herself with her hoof, forcing the crazy curls down into their original shape
>She didn’t want anyone to see how bad she was
>She wanted to keep up that mask of normality, maybe to try and show you she was perfectly fine without you
>Twilight: “Focus, Twilight. Be cool”
>She pulls the door open, only to find no one waiting outside
>Twilight: “Hello? Anypony there?”
“Twilight….What are you doing?”
>She snaps around, shocked, you standing right behind her
>Twilight [hostile]: “How did you get into my house?!”
>She yells at you angrily while snorting steam like a true horse
>Ok, Anon. Time to work your magic
>You put up your hands defensively, doing your best to put on a baffled expression
“But Twilight, you just let me!”
>Her angry glares breaks down for a second as her eyes widen in confusion
>Twilight: “What? When did I-?”
“You answered the door and told me I could come inside, but when I turned around you were still standing in the doorway, calling out to someone”
>Twilight eyes dilate slightly and look in terror at you as she begins to shallow your lie whole
>Twilight: “But I…I”
“Are you ok, Twilight?”

>You sound so sincere in your false concern for her that you almost trick yourself into believing it  >Twilight, in turn, looks shamefully at the floor, trying to find an answer
>Twilight: “I…don’t know”
>She finds a point on the floor to stare at and refuses to look up from it
>Seeing how you were going to have to grease the wheels on this thing, you look over your shoulder and pretend to see the pile of books for the first time
“Hey, are you re-organizing the library again?”
>Twilight [snarky]: “Isn’t that obvious? I do it every Friday”
>You ignore her tone and walk over to the pile, bending over to pick some of them up
“I remember when we used to do this together, mind if I helped?”
>Twilight visibly recoils from your offer and looks up to you, stunned
>Twilight: “Ah… Sure…”
“Cool, where do you want the Equestrian History books?
>Twilight: “Far left… bottom shelf”
>She sounds a bit taken back by your sudden appearance as well as your willingness to help
>She gets back to work too, never taking her eyes off you
>As you are slide the books into place, Twilight’s skeptical nature finds you a target
>Twilight [demanding]: “Why did you come here?”
“I told you I just want us to be friends again this morning”
>Twilight: “But it’s almost midnight, you couldn’t wait to harass me until tomorrow?”
>She’s right, why were you here so late at night?
>Luckily, you’re quick with your lies
>God, this is going to sound cheesy… got to pull this off right
“I… I couldn’t sleep, after the way our conversation ended today”
>Looking away at the ground and adding just enough hesitation in your speech, you execute the fib in pristine fashion

>You look out the corner of your eye to see if Twilight had taken the bait
>She seems to stare right through you, but there’s no blatant resistance to your words
>You two continue to put the books away, making some serious progress now without you to hamper it behind the scenes
>Finally, you break the silence
“I’m a bit surprised you were still doing this when I got here, you start late or something?”
>Twilight: “It’s…  I’ve been having a hard time ‘focusing’ lately”
“Focusing?”
>Twilight: “Yes.”
“How come?”
>Twilight: “Shut up”
“Ok…? What exactly did I say?”
>Twilight roughly shoves a thing of books into a shelf, causing the tree to slightly shake
>Twilight: “You know exactly why”
“I do?”
>Suddenly, a book flies into the back of your head
“Hey! What the hell was that for?!”
>Twilight: “Everypony in town, all of my friends… they think your something ‘special’, but you’re not Anon! You’re just a disgusting, sleazy mareinzer!”
“Calm down, Twilight! I’m helping you reorganize your mess of a library, but you can’t even stop chucking books and horrid insults at me. Can we please just act civil for once?
>Twilight lets her already second armed book fall to the floor and storms off angrily to the other corner of the room to work
>This is not going exactly as planned
>She is more unstable than you had calculated
>Easy to violence… but also hopefully easy to break
>You might need to push a little harder
>After a long period of silence, you begin to edge your way closer to the other side of the room
>Slowly, but surely, you make your way down the shelves next to Twilight
>She continues to ignore you, even when you are only a foot from her, closely examining a book’s binding, trying to look preoccupied

>You’d think she would have already kicked you out, if she was only planning to give you the cold shoulder all night instead
”Twilight, I think we need to have a talk”
>Twilight: “There’s nothing to talk about. You’re a gross pervert who, may I remind you, slept with not one but ALL my friends”
“And? You seem to act as if they didn’t agree to it as well”
>Twilight refuses to respond, using her magic to levitate another book into place
>Wait a second,
>’who slept with not one but ALL my friends’
>Eureka
“Are you, perhaps... jealous?”
>Instantly, her ears shot back in fury and she turns aggressively towards you, causing you to take a step backwards
>Twilight: “JEALOUS?!”
“Well, are you? I mean, it’s perfectly ok, a lot of-“
>A bolt of purple energy zaps you in the chest
>Hard
>You go flying across the room, only to slow down after slamming into a nearby table
>It tips over and your body falls to lie on top of it
>Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt as much as you expect, the shock of it must be temporarily numbing the pain
>Or maybe you were just that tough
>This certainly wasn’t part of the plan, but you’re quick to adapt
>You stay laying there, eyes shut, pretending to be knocked out
>Twilight watches you from across the room for a few seconds, waiting for you to get up
>When you don’t, she trots over
>Twilight [insistent]: “Anon? Anon, get up”
>You decide playing completely dead would just ruin it, so you slightly squirm and fake a hurt groan
“Wh-what you do that for?!”
>Twilight stands there with a blank expression but it soon turns to one of worry
>Twilight: “I-I don’t…”
“You sure you’re ok, Twilight?”
>She shakes her head back and forth, trying to make sense of her own situation
>Twilight: “I’m fine… Sorry”

“Little help please?”
>She gives you a hoof and you grab onto it, pulling yourself up
>Just as you are halfway up, you strike
>Using your other hand, you grab the base of her neck for support to stand up
>However, you have another motive
>Quickly, you find the right spot in her vertebrae and squeeze lightly in between the right disks
>Twilight’s body shutters and her eyes spring wide open with the sudden release of endorphins
>Just as you are about to move to her ear, she regains her senses and chooses to smack away from hand
>She jumps back from you as you rub your hand tenderly
>Twilight: “I knew it! Thats why you really came here!”
“All I did was-“
>Twilight: “Oh no, no, no. Don’t give me those horse apples. We BOTH know exactly what you were trying to do!”
>She stands defiantly in front of you, grinning at her victory for finally exposing you for the sick horsefucker you are
>Things weren’t looking good for you at the moment
>Its times like these that you need the ace in hole…
“You’re crazy”
>Twilight: “What-t?”
“I was pulling myself up and you accuse me of trying to seduce you. Seriously?”
>Twilight: “But when you-“
“You’re crazy”
>Twilight [uneasy]: “I… Stop saying that!”
>You turn away from her, walking towards the door
“I came here to try and talk with you, to set things straight. And what happens? You call me a pervert and throw me into a table. What’s wrong with you?”
>Twilight: “I-…I-“
>As you get closer to the door, you feel her starting to drift back into insanity
>Twilight: “But-“
“I’m sorry, Twilight. Goodbye and Goodnight”

>Just as your hand reaches the doorknob, you hear her fiddling with her hooves behind you nervously
>Twilight: “W-Wait!”
>You look over your shoulder and see she’s almost on the brink of tears
>Twilight: “Don’t go yet. Please. I-I’m sorry”
“Why should I-“
>Twilight: “Spike. Spike is all I have left. The girls won’t talk to me anymore and no pony in town seems to even notice me anymore”
>She sits down slouched over on the floor, like a long lost puppy
>Twilight: “Everyday it’s the same thing, over and over again. I had to start making up Friendship reports to send to Princess Celestia. You know how pathetic that sounds?”
“Very”
>Right now wasn’t the time to try and consul her, you needed to break her completely before she would let you in
>[spoiler]Pun not intended, but it stays[/spoiler]
>Your word retains its sting and she looks down to the ground, tears forming at the base of her eyes
>Suddenly, a new feeling takes hold of you
>Remorse? Guilt?
>You came here just to fuck a pony, but now you couldn’t help but feel you went too far, way too fast
>Twilight: “Nothing makes sense anymore. I-I think I’m going crazy, losing my mind. I couldn’t even manage to arrange a single row of books before you came. I can’t… why is this happening to me?”
“You’ve lost your friends and the respect of every other pony in Ponyville for the things you said about me, at my own party”
>Twilight: “…So it IS your fault-!“
“No Twilight, not mine. Yours. This grudge you’ve had against me has been pushing your friends away from you”

>She stares blankly at you, your words going right through to her
>Twilight finally averts her gaze as your message subjectively influences her own opinion of herself
>The troubled mare continues staring at the floor, lips slightly trembling
>Her eyes fail to recognize your presence as you get down on one knee in front of her
>Twilight: “But I didn’t want…. I didn’t want...”
“Look Twilight, I know you don’t approve my lifestyle. You say you hate me. I get it”
>You grab hold of her face and gently raise it so you two make eye contact
>The once proud and bold violet rings had become a softer and cheerless replica of their former self
“But despite that, I’m still here for you, Twilight”
>Her iris shift for a moment and return to yours, staring deeply into your eyes
“I’m still that same Anon you saved from that pack of Timberwolves when you first found me, the one you offered to shelter those first chaotic nights in this place, the Anon that still thinks that we can be-“
>Twilight breaks free of your hands, closing her eyes and pushing forwards at you
>To kiss you.
>Passionately, on the lips
>Now it was your turn to be shocked…
>Before you can react, she pushes off with her hind legs, forcing you to fall on your back with her on top
>She refuses to break the kiss, face pressed tightly against yours
>You can feel the warmth of her cheeks as well as her damp tears against your face
>Twilight Sparkle was desperate
>The way she clung to you, denying to let go, told you that much
>Engrossed in solitude, she had gone so long without attention
>So long without any love

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>To fill the emptiness inside, she had borne a bitter resent towards you
>But when she had been pushed off the edge, she reached out even to you
>Better to be seek comfort, even from someone you hated, than to not be comforted at all
>That was the plan, right?
>But still, there was more to this kiss… you felt it… Something much more
>As her tears leave a wet impression on your skin, your heart begins to race and your breath picks up
>Finally, you return the kiss, running your fingers through her mane and down her neck
>A minute passes and you pull back to take a breath, only to have her press in closer and invade your lips
>She wasn’t letting go, not even for an instance
>You return with equal passion, turning her over so now you were on top and dominating the struggle
>Slowly, you pull your lips away from hers and drag them along the soft fur of her neck, kissing it tenderly
>At the same time, you allow your right hand to glide across her barrel, slowly working your way down
>Twilight rests her head back against the floor as you explore her body, her breathing slow and deep
>As your hand approaches its destination, you spread your digits and trace waves into the fur along her stomach
>Her body shivers in response and the muscles of her legs contracting upwards slightly
>Finally, you lay your hand flat over her opening, hovering slightly above
>Twilight instantly pushes head further back and exhales slowly, waiting
>Instead, your leisurely drag your limp hand off the spot, before beginning to trace ovals around her marehood with a single finger
>Gradually, you increase pressure and her hind legs spasm again, lightly kicking you

>She clenches her teeth as you continue to tease her
>Simultaneously, you pull your left hand back, which had been cradling her mane, and use it to slip off your pants
>As you manage to pull them off, you switch into reverse and pull your right hand back up the length her body
>Twilight subconsciously moans in protest at your withdrawal, patience drawing thin
>Pulling yourself back off of Twilight, you re-position yourself over her
>Your knees force her legs apart, though there is hardly any resistance
>Your member finally touching down in the space between her thighs
>She takes in a quick breath at the realization of what it was and her hind legs naturally stiffen in response
>You push your pelvis off her as you move in for another kiss
>She returns it, but this time allowing you to lead
>Soon after, you break the kiss and recline your head back to look at her
>She blinks back at you in a sexy, almost timid manner before letting her eyes go half-lid
>No regret, no holding back
>You smile as you brace your hand on the hard wooden floor next to her
>In one motion, you pull your head next to hers as you pull yourself in
>Twilight exhales steeply next to your ear as you ease your way in, bit by bit
>Her body stiffens slightly, starting at her lower half and working upwards
>At last, you stop and pull yourself, coxing a low moan from the mare
>You wait until she begins to inhale to thrust forward
>She gasps, almost yelping as you pull yourself fully into her in a single, rapid motion
>Her hind legs instantly constrict and try to close, but can only tighten with your body in the way

>As you complete the motion, she squeezes her eyes shut and bites down on your shoulder
>It does little to muffle her moans and whimpers, but she continued to cling on tightly as you went to work on her body
>It hurts, a dull pain running throughout your shoulder, but you don’t mind it
>You would have never allowed it with any other mare, but for Twilight…
>For some reason, tonight had turned out to be more than just about you
>Your actions along with her reactions seemed to have unintentional instilled a growing sympathy for her in you
>Right now, all you wanted to do was to make her happy again
>Thrust after thrust, you plow into her form, matching the rhythm of her breathing
>As you begin to slow down, she releases her teeth and begins to passionately nuzzle you face
>You return the gesture, rubbing your head along hers and through her silk-like mane
>Surprisingly, you find the connection to be more… captivating, than kissing
>It was something that felt so natural that you couldn’t possibly describe it in words
>Eventually, you reach your peak and finish in one finally motion
>Time seems to stop as you do so, both of you frozen in your positions
>After a few seconds, you roll yourself off of Twilight, lying down to the floor next to her
>You two continue to catch your breath as you stare up blankly at the ceiling
>Finally, you turn your head sideways to find Twilight staring right back you
>She was still breathing slightly through her mouth and a tiny drop of sweat lined her forehead
>Again, neither of you speak, staring silently into each other’s eyes

>In your mind, you conjure up things to ask and try to imagine what she’d likely say to them
>So what now?
>Does this change anything?
>Something tells you she was doing the same thing too…
>Twilight is the first to catch her tongue
>Twilight [spent]: “That was…”
“Nice…”
>Twilight: “Yes… very nice”
>Her voice is soft and gentle
>It had been a long time since you heard that voice…
>Steadily, a sensation of heat, lukewarm, radiates through your core as she meekly smiles at you
>This was something different, something brand new
>In an instant, you make up your mind
>Opening your mouth, you speak

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Shout “Score!” and run the fuck out  
Or
Confess your true feelings for her
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>You take a gulp as you prepare your next words really carefully
>Finally, you speak
"I love you"
>Twilight: "I love you, too"

FIN