Back - Oneshot AKAME JUN 18TH, 2013


                                            >*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

                                            >The sound of your knocking echoes across the bustling center of P0nyville.

                                            >Despite the heat, it's as busy as ever in the small market.

                                            >Golden Harvest is unloading vegetables from a cart pulled by Caramel.

                                            >Roseluck is arranging a beautiful bouquet for a nervous crimson stallion.

                                            >The Apple family is selling appl-

                                            >*CRASH!*

                                            >Derpy is sitting on a ruined apple stand.

                                            >It's truly a beautiful day.

                                            >The library door opens just as you return your attention to it.

                                            >Spike cheerfully greets you with a raised fist, which you return.

                                            >"You know that you can just come in, right? This is a public library."

                                            >A smile shows on your face as you walk inside.

                                            "True, but it's also your home. Entering without knocking would be rude."

                                            >You take a seat on the couch near the fireplace and slide off your shoes.

                                            "Is Twilight awake yet?"

                                            >Spike looks up the staircase leading to Twilight's room and sighs.

                                            >"What do you think?"

                                            >To be fair, noon is pretty early for her.

                                            "Ha ha, I shouldn't have hoped otherwise. Would you mind-"

                                            >"Waking her up?"

                                            >The young dragon grins at you.

                                            >"Still afraid of her, huh?"

                                            >Your smile turns into an exaggerated frown.

                                            "Well, I still taste wednesday when eating ice cream, so..."

                                            >"Haha, alright. I'll go get her."

                                            >As Spike leaves, you reflect on what you were here for.

                                            >'Mandated Psychological  Counseling'

                                            >That's what the princess had ordered for you.

                                            >"He's HERE?!"

                                            >She said your prolonged absence was unacceptable and you needed to get your professional career back on track.

                                            >"But I'm not ready! I still have to read the book list for this week!"

                                            >To that end, Twilight has become your shrink.

                                            >"Stallion Freud's book on male psychology..."

                                            >Or as close as she can get anyways.

                                            >"J. Equus' book on conditioning..."

                                            >She really does try.

                                            >"And I've only made it halfway through the 'Equestria Mare's guide on how to interact with stallions'!"

                                            >Even if she can make things a little...

                                            >"What? No, Spike! That Is Not The Thing I Was Talking About. How Did That Get In Here? Ha ha... heh- oh no..."

                                            >Uncomfortable.

                                            >Twilight's door opens and a perky purple princess prances down the stairs.

                                            >"Anon! It's good to see you! Are you ready for your session?"

                                            >Twilight has styled her mane into a bun and put on a set of half lens glasses.

                                            >A clipboard is kept levitating beside her, accompanied by a pen.

                                            >You chuckle at the hastily thrown together outfit.

                                            "Be careful Twilight, Rarity might smell that hairstyle and burst down the door to fix it."

                                            >The comment flusters her.

                                            >"But- but this is what all the research materials said I should look like."

                                            "Last week was fine, don't you think? You didn't have that getup then."

                                            >Twilight looks at her reflection in a nearby mirror.

                                            >She starts to snicker at her wardrobe cataclysm and undoes her mane.

                                            >"Haha! I do look a *little* ridiculous."

                                            "A 'little'? I think I'm going to need counseling just for that hair-bomination!"

                                            >A snort escapes Twilight.

                                            >"That was terrible! Since when do you resort to puns?"

                                            >You smile at your friend as she takes her seat on her lounging chair.

                                            "Only when it's punny."

                                            >A few more anti-jokes are shared before Twilight dons a serious expression.

                                            >"So, how's your writing coming?"

                                            "… uh- good, good! I -uh- I… I wrote a little bit yesterday actually."

                                            >Her purple eyes light up at your lie.

                                            >"That's great! What about?"

                                            "I- I… It's a short story about a love that cannot be."

                                            >You lie more and more, becoming animated to mimic the growth of your falsehoods.

                                            >Twilight matches your energy with her own, her smile growing as your honesty diminishes.

                                            "And it ends with the two kissing as they celebrate the arrival of their newborn child."

                                            >Your psychiatrist friend flies up and hugs you.

                                            >"That's great, Anon!"

                                            >You return her affection and wrap your arms around her.

                                            >"Anon?"

                                            >Twilight's voice is muffled by your side, so she lets go and flutters up meet your face.

                                            >"Did you really write that, or did you just make that up right now?"

                                            >Her smile is gone, replaced by a sad expression of knowing.

                                            >…

                                            >…

                                            >…

                                            >You sink back onto the couch, catching your head in your hands.

                                            "I… made it up right now."

                                            >Twilight lets out a disappointed sigh.

                                            >"Why don't you write any of this? You obviously aren't short on ideas, and there are still several stories you haven't finished! Just tell me why…"

                                            >Why?

                                            >Why…

                                            "Life sometimes has other plans for you. A lot has happened, but I am trying to write, I promise. As for the unfinished stories, I just… hit a standstill. One of them may even need a r-"

                                            >Your tongue sticks in your mouth, refusing to say that word.

                                            "A re- *Eh-hem* A reeeeeeeeeeeee-"

                                            >"A rewrite?"

                                            "Yes, that, thank you!"

                                            >The librarian tilts her head in confusion at your worry.

                                            >"Why is that a bad thing? It's not rare for authors to revisit and update old works."

                                            *Sigh*

                                            "It's unprofessional. It's an admission of failure, or even worse for this story."

                                            >"Why's that?"

                                            >The heat isn't making this conversation any easier.

                                            "A r-… R-"

                                            >Twilight rolls her eyes.

                                            >"Rewrite."

                                            "Yes- for this story is not just an admission of failure, but of compromise as well. I changed the story because I was afraid the readers might react negatively to the original ending. Not because it was bad, but because that specific style was being decried at the time."

                                            >Your friend nods as your woes are revealed to her.

                                            "On top of that, I can't find my muse, the thing that makes me write. It… just disappeared."

                                            >After a moment of silence, Twilight focuses on you and takes a deep breath.

                                            >"Anon, let's take this one step at a time. We know that you need to start writing again, but what's the first step towards that goal?"

                                            >You ponder her query.

                                            "I guess get my muse back."

                                            >She smiles.

                                            >"Alright, how do we do that?"

                                            "I'm not sure, I don't know what it was in the first place."

                                            >There might not even be a way to rekindle your writing spirit.

                                            >"Hmm, well why don't you travel a little? Try new things and meet new people?"

                                            >Life around here certainly isn't helping your slide into a stagnant hack.

                                            >"You could try crystal climbing in the Crystal Mountains."

                                            >That could be interesting.

                                            >"Or hit the casinos in Las Pegasus."

                                            "Yeah?"

                                            >You deserve a little fun, right?

                                            >"Go see a play in Manehattan."

                                            "Yeah..."

                                            >"Alright, Anon, I want you to promise that you'll do this stuff!"

                                            >The two of you try to contain your respective excitement levels as you nod and Twilight notes more thrilling adventures.

                                            >"A symphony in Sydneigh!"

                                            >This! This is what you need!

                                            >You stand and shout out resolutely.

                                            "Yeah!"

                                            >"You should visit the Lost Griffin Ruins in Barne! The Pegasus Pyramids in Nimbustoo!"

                                            "Yeah!!!"

                                            >"You should have sex with Fluttershy and Twilight!"

                                            "YEAH!!!"

                                            >…

                                            >That wasn't Twilight's voice…

                                            >Slowly turning to face the speaker of that last suggestion, you see Fluttershy with one of your shoes hanging off of her snout.

                                            >She see you looking at her and smiles.

                                            >How can you tell she's smiling under your shoe?

                                            >Because of the-

                                            >*Squee*

                                            >-audible 'squee' that accompanies awkward smiles here.

                                            "What… are you doing?"

                                            >Fluttershy tries to hide from your smoldering eyes, but to no avail.

                                            >She flees to Twilight's side in an attempt to shield herself from your wrath.

                                            >"Did I do it right, Twilight?"

                                            >*Poof*

                                            >Woah, did your rage just go out, what's happening here?

                                            >The purple mare grins at you while she speaks.

                                            >"Perfect Fluttershy, just perfect."

                                            >You raise a hand, the universal sign for 'hold up'.

                                            "I'm not going to do that."

                                            >Twilight displays a look of false concern.

                                            >"But Anon, you can't NOT do it."

                                            "And why not?!"

                                            >Fluttershy peaks her head out from behind the librarian.

                                            >"Um- because that would mean you lied to a princess. Which- um- is a- um- capitol offense…"

                                            >That's insane!

                                            >Who would make up such a stupid law?

                                            "That has to be a lie! I've never heard of such a law!"

                                            >The bookish princess re-equips her confident expression.

                                            >"That's because Princess Celestia and I just pushed it through this morning."

                                            >Her smile widens, spreading to Fluttershy as well.

                                            >"If you don't sleep with us, you will be tried as a criminal in the highest offense."

                                            >…

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >Your loss was assured the moment you walked into the library this morning.

                                            >The couch groans as you fall limply into it, defeated.

                                            >Twilight must have taken that for a sign of surrender as she chooses that moment to teleport the three of you out of the library.


                                            >You materialize in your room, disoriented from the warp.

                                            >It's easy to tell where you are because you don't have an AC or magic to cool the place.

                                            >That, and you fell onto your bed, which is the only one in your size in all of P0nyville.

                                            >"Wow Anon, you keep your house really warm!"

                                            >Like she doesn't already know.

                                            >"Twilight, can you cool it off?"

                                            >The young alicorn only smiles.

                                            >"Why? We'll be sweating soon anyways, just think of this as a head start."

                                            >She plants a kiss on your lips and slides her tongue into your mouth before laughing.

                                            >"Let's get started, you promised after all…


                                            >[Some time later]

                                            >The cool night air feels good on your sweat covered skin.

                                            >Fluttershy and Twilight are both sprawled out on your bed, leaking fluids of which only half is theirs.

                                            >They had kept at you for hours, switching when one of them got tired.

                                            >Until finally, they couldn't take any more orgasms and they collapsed.

                                            >You carefully slide out of bed and leave your room.

                                            >Your groin hurts from all the pounding and slapping and sucking and milking that they put you through.

                                            >And Twilight had used her magic to literally drain every last of cum from from you.

                                            >Point being, it's hard to walk.

                                            >You limp your way into your study and manage to get to your desk before your legs give out.

                                            >Sitting there, you stare at the typewriter on your desk.

                                            >This is simultaneously the object of your salvation, having provided wealth that you've lived off of for months now, and damnation, the events of tonight.

                                            *Sigh*

                                            >You place a hand on the keys and press a finger down.

                                            >*Click*

                                            >Then another.

                                            >*Click*

                                            >…

                                            >*Click* *Click* *Click*

                                            >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click*

                                            >*Ding*


                                            >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

                                            >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

                                            >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

                                            >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

                                            >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*


                                            >[The next morning]

                                            >You can't stop writing.

                                            >There are so many ideas to be written down, you've already gone through three stacks of paper.

                                            >It's not enough, you're almost out of paper!

                                            >A stack of fresh blank pages is levitated to your desk, surrounded by a pinkish glow.

                                            >"Back to writing I see."

                                            >You look up without ceasing to type.

                                            >Twilight saunters over to you, crossing waves and mountains of discarded pages.

                                            >Your focus return to your work, but you feel the mare wrap herself around your neck.

                                            >She nibbles on an ear before whispering to you.

                                            >"Guess you found your muse…"

                                            >Her tongue slithers into your ear as her hoof works its way south.

                                            >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

                                            >The room fills with the sounds of writing as she slides herself onto your crotch and bites your neck.

                                            >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*

                                            >You feel her wrap around you, causing your typing speed to double, nearly jamming the typewriter.

                                            >*Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Ding* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Ding*

                                            >Yes, you have found your muse.

                                            >And your muse is


                                            >Rape