Twilight Oneshot - Instructions


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                                            >"Rise and shine sleepy head," Twilight said opening the blinds in your room letting in the warm sunlight enter your dark room

                                            >You pull the cover over your face hoping that the purple unicorn will ignore you.

                                            >"C'mon Anon, the day is starting and you don't want to be tardy on your first day of work!"

                                            "Shut up and let me sleep."

                                            >"No!" she said, using her magic to pull the covers away from you.

                                            >The cold air washes over you and the blinding light returns.

                                            >You pull the pillow from under your head and cover your face with it.

                                            Please, just give me 5 more minutes. I have a fucking headache.

                                            >"Well, you wouldn't have had a headache if you slept early."

                                            >She walks towards your bed, her hoofsteps sounding like banging drums against your ears.

                                            Twilight, please.

                                            >"No."

                                            >She proceeds to use her legs to try and push you off the bed.

                                            >It might have been able to succeed if she was a real sized horse, but it felt like marshmallows to you.

                                            Fine, fine! I'm up.

                                            >You prop yourself up and look around your room, or more accurately, Twilight's basement.

                                            >In it lies your bed, a desk and chair, a bag with your clothes and a few machines she doesn't use anymore.

                                            >Back on earth, you would have complained but you were penniless here.

                                            >So she took you in, in exchange for her doing random experiments on you.

                                            What day is it?

                                            >Yawning and rubbing your eyes, trying to remove the sleepiness away from your body.

                                            >"Monday, and you're already 1 minute and 23 seconds late on your first day."

                                            >Groaning, you pull yourself out of bed and walk towards the bathroom.

                                            >"Where are you going?! Are you trying to run out on another job?!" she said while using her magic on your shirt, preventing you from moving forwards.

                                            Bathroom, piss, and I need a shower.

                                            >"Oh, o-okay," she said letting you go.

                                            >You could have sworn you saw her face turn a shade of pink.

                                            Wanna watch me? You know, just in case I run?

                                            >She looks down, her face red with embarrassment.

                                            Just joking Twi, just give me a few minutes.

                                            >"Well, hurry up! You’re already late!"

                                            >You wave her off and close the door behind you.


                                            What the fuck?!

                                            >You wrap yourself in your towel as you see Twilight waiting in your room.

                                            Fucking hell, have you been waiting here the whole time?

                                            >"Well yeah, I needed to make sure you didn't run away."

                                            Where are my clothes?

                                            >"Oh, they're right there, today, you'll be wearing the clothes I picked out for you. Not your old, dirty rags."

                                            Oh, are we married now?

                                            >Another blush emerges from Twilight.

                                            >"Oh hush you. I just need you to be presentable while you work."

                                            Ugh, fine!

                                            >You examine the clothes you're going to wear and they're not half bad.

                                            >A simple, clean white shirt and jeans.

                                            >It's definitely a step up from the clothes you previously wear, a muddy and torn shirt and pants you don't even know the color of now.

                                            >You look at Twilight, expecting her to give you some privacy.

                                            >She does not budge.

                                            Are you going to help me or what?

                                            >"Wha-what?"

                                            So you're just going to stare? You know I charge for that.

                                            >"Oh! So-sorry!" she said getting up from her spot and walking towards the door.

                                            >Still holding the towel securely, you dash in front of her and close the door before she can leave.

                                            You know, we can have some fun.

                                            >"I don't know what you mean," she said her eyes fixed to the floor, not daring to look at yours.

                                            C'mon Twi, you're an adult. I'm an adult.

                                            >"You don't act like it."

                                            >You ignore her and continue, lightly chuckling.

                                            And we're in a room, with a bed. Alone. And you know, I bet I can convince my boss to let me take a day off.

                                            >"No she won't. Not on your first day."

                                            >You gently cup her chin in your palm and force her to look at you.

                                            >You slowly bring your mouth close to her ears, your lips gently caressing her.

                                            Are you sure, Ms. Sparkle, you don't want to give me a day off?

                                            >She's shaking now.

                                            >You have always loved teasing her, and you know where all her sensitive spots are.

                                            >"Ye-yes...I mean no. You can't have a day off."

                                            >You gently nibble at her ear a couple of more seconds until you stand up.

                                            Alright, I guess I'll just work today instead of having fun.

                                            >Twilight collapses on the ground from the sudden loss of contact.

                                            >You love to do this to her, bring her close and whenever she refuses, you comply.

                                            >Trying to not make a sound, she stands up and exits the room.

                                            >You know where she's going and you leave her to it.

                                            Wait, Twi.

                                            >"Ye-yes?"

                                            Thanks for giving me a job. And a place to stay.

                                            >"No-no problem Anon."

                                            >She closes the door and you hear a rush of footsteps dash to her room, slamming the door.


                                            >You are Anonymous.

                                            >And you're dating Twilight Sparkle, the bookworm, the nerd.

                                            >You haven't gotten pass kissing yet and that doesn't bother you, you like to take things slow.

                                            >But it still doesn't stop you from teasing the cute little mare from time to time.

                                            Hey, where were you, you missed the first hour of work.

                                            >You laugh inside, you know what she was doing, but you still love to see her blush.

                                            >"I was getting ready for work. It's your fault since I had to wait for you to finish."

                                            Hehe, sorry Twi.

                                            >"And please, call me Ms. Sp-Sparkle while we're working," she said as she nonchalantly takes out a few books from the shelves and puts them back again.

                                            >But you can tell she's blushing.

                                            Sure thing, Ms. Sparkle.

                                            >Your job is to check out the books while Twilight helps the ponies find the exact book they're looking for.

                                            >It's boring work, but at least you're not freeloading off her anymore.

                                            >Today is a quiet day, hardly anyone came in so you just sat around, bored out of your mind.

                                            >Occasionally you would stare at her while she’s not looking and sometimes she would stare at you when you're not looking.

                                            >The day ends and you're closing up the library when Twilight speaks to you.

                                            >"Congratulations Anon, you managed to not get fired for one whole day. A new record."

                                            Oh shut up. You damn well know that I hate working.

                                            >"So why did you ask me for a job?"

                                            >You look at her thinking on what you should say.

                                            Well, you've been nice to me and I wanted to repay the favor?

                                            >"Is that a question or an answer?"

                                            Both?

                                            >She laughs at that, "It was mice working with you."

                                            Same here.

                                            >You pull her in for a kiss and she blushes again.

                                            >Honestly, this mare is so innocent.

                                            >You pick her up on your arms and you both sit down at her couch.

                                            >She lies down on top of you as you gently stroke her mane.

                                            >"Anon, I've been reading a book."

                                            Nerd.

                                            >She ignores you and continues, "And it says that males are supposed to umm..."

                                            Supposed to what?

                                            >"Ne-nevermind. It's a stupid book."

                                            Really, a stupid book? You never said that about any book before.

                                            >"Well, it is."

                                            Why'd you read it then?

                                            >"Because, I thought it could..you know."

                                            I honestly don't know.

                                            >She stays silent, letting the seconds trickle by.

                                            Tell me.

                                            >"I was looking at why you would umm...never...me...us...in bed."

                                            >You didn't hear the whole sentence, but you heard enough to find out what she wanted.

                                            Oh. Oh!

                                            >She stands up away from your chest and you see her blushing again.

                                            And what did you learn?

                                            >"Th-that if males are in the m-mood, they would..." she said, trailing off.

                                            >You remain silent; you don't exactly know what to say.

                                            >"And it's been bothering me why you would never...with me."

                                            >You can clearly hear the distress in her voice.

                                            >You can tell this has been on her mind for quite some time now.

                                            >"Is there something wrong with me?" she said raising her voice, "Am I - Am I not good enough?"

                                            >She turns around and looks at you, you can see her eyes are red and poofy, telltale signs that she's about to cry.

                                            Hey, hey. There's nothing wrong with you.

                                            >"Then why?!"

                                            >You pull her close to a hug.

                                            What if we do it here and now?

                                            >You can feel her stiffen as you said those words.

                                            >"Ye-yes."

                                            >You push her down and you move on top of her.

                                            >You can tell she's nervous about the whole thing.

                                            >You kiss her, she kisses you back.

                                            >Her hooves wrapped around your neck like a vice, you can tell she's forcing herself.

                                            >Slowly, you move your hands from her neck, down to her stomach.

                                            >Lower and lower.

                                            >Stopping just above the place where she needed you most.

                                            >You break the kiss and look at her.

                                            >She's crying, nervous, scared so you remove your hand and place it on her face.

                                            >You wipe away her tears and you press your foreheads together.

                                            Sorry Twi, not tonight.

                                            >"But why?!"

                                            Look at you, you're forcing yourself. You talk about your books as if they're instructions or something. But you don't know how I feel about all this.

                                            >You're angry now, raising your voice, thankfully Spike isn’t here.

                                            Look, Twilight, I don't want to force myself on you. How would it make me feel if I acted like the other males in that book, without caring about what my partner wants?

                                            >She opens her eyes, finally understanding.

                                            It's supposed to be the ultimate act of love. And I'm not going to do it until you're ready. Got it?

                                            >She nods, crying again.

                                            And I only tease you because...I like it seeing you blush, plus, I kinda like it when you're aggressive. Maybe one day you'll tie me up and have your way with me, not that I would mind.

                                            >She lets out a tiny laugh.

                                            And I love you.

                                            >"Me-me too," she forces herself to say between her sobs.


                                            FIN


                                            >You wake up with your hands and feet tied to the bed post.

                                            >Your eyes are covered with a black cloth, and your mouth with a gag.

                                            >You try to scream but only incoherent mumbling comes out.

                                            >You feel a hoof on your chest, and for the first time, you feel that you’re naked.

                                            >Magic pulls off your blindfold and gag.

                                            >Panic starts to set in.

                                            >A shadow moves closer to you, and upon closer investigation, you can see Twilight’s silhouette.

                                            Oh thank god, Twi, help me.

                                            >Stepping into the light, you can see she’s wearing latex. A lot of latex.

                                            >"Call me Ms. Sparkle."