[Twilight][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Ball (Third)


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                                            "[Twilight][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Ball (Third)"

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                                            >Brain did not shut down successfully.

                                            >If this was due to the system not responding, or if the system was shut down to protect data,

                                            >you might be able to recover by choosing to start in Safe Mode.

                                            >Would you like to start Brain in Safe Mode?

                                            >Yes.

                                            >Too bad, motherfucker. Ain't nothin' safe about rape, son.

                                            >You're jolted back to consciousness.

                                            >Memories flood back through your mind.

                                            >Cheerilee is taking this too far.

                                            >Well, she'd taken it too far once she drugged you in the first place.

                                            >But you have to stop this.

                                            >You have to talk to Twilight again.

                                            >You have to make her believe you, even at the risk of being an outcast.

                                            >Being Cheerilee's plaything... her rape toy... is not worth keeping friends over.

                                            >Besides, you know that some of them would believe your side of the story.

                                            >They were your friends, after all.

                                            >You rise, filled with determination, and head out of the bathroom.

                                            >Just outside the schoolhouse, a passing mare gasps and gives you a wink.

                                            >Confused, you look down.

                                            >Right.

                                            >First, go get your clothes that you left in the bathroom.

                                            >Then, convince Twilight that you were telling her the truth earlier.


                                            >You arrive at Twilight's and practically bash the door down with your knocking.

                                            >"Woah woah, big guy. Calm down." Spike yawns as he opens the door for you.

                                            Where's Twilight?

                                            >Spike notices how serious you look but just waves his hand lazily towards the stairs.

                                            >"She's downstairs, doing something in her lab."

                                            Thanks Spike. You should probably stay up here and straighten out some of Twi's books.

                                            >You didn't want Spike to hear the conversation you and Twilight were about to have.

                                            >He was a cool kid.

                                            >But he was just that. A kid.

                                            >No need to spring this kind of shit on him at his age.

                                            >You thank him again and make your way downstairs.

                                            Twilight! We need another talk!

                                            >She's muzzle-first in her work.

                                            >Machines are humming softly.

                                            >Lights are faintly flickering.

                                            >Solutions and mixtures bubble and pop.

                                            >Twilight has a lab coat and goggles on and is levitating a clipboard and pencil in the air to take notes.

                                            >"Can't this wait, Anon? I'm in the middle of developing a hay-flavored candy coating."

                                            >You take a moment to think about the taste of hay.

                                            >Ugh... Gross.

                                            No. Look, I know you didn't believe what I told you yesterday, but it's really important-

                                            >"Oh that?" Twilight interrupts.

                                            >"I gave it a little more thought and I decided that maybe you were telling the truth."

                                            Yeah, I know it's too crazy to believe but-

                                            >Her words are finally processed.

                                            You what? DJ, rewind that back.


                                            >She huffs. "I said I believe you. Cheerilee was a very talented chemist when she was younger. So what you said is quite possible."

                                            >The finger you were pointing at her sternly up until now goes limp.

                                            Well, I... That was unexpected...

                                            >Then you remember why you really came here in the first place and perk back up.

                                            In that case, you have to help me. Can you cast a nullification spell or something?

                                            >Twilight sighs. "Unfortunately magic can't counter-act a potion. They're two fundamentally different studies."

                                            >Your body visibly wilts.

                                            So there's nothing you can do?

                                            >She giggles. "I didn't say that, Anon. When I decided to accept that what you were saying yesterday may be true, I started doing a little research."

                                            >She sets her clipboard down and instead levitates an open book towards you.

                                            >It's definitely a chemistry book.

                                            >You can tell because you can't understand anything inside.

                                            >And that's not to mention the fact that you can't read any of the numbers.

                                            >She leaves the book in your hands and trots over to a table sporting a test tube rack.

                                            >"And then I made this." She brings you a tube containing a purple-colored liquid.

                                            >You set the book down and take hold of the solution.

                                            An antidote?

                                            >Your eyes tear up from relief and you chug the liquid down.

                                            >It's bitter.

                                            >Why is helpful stuff always bitter?

                                            >She smiles sheepishly and averts her eyes. "More like... a replica..."


                                            >What did this purple fucking Peep horse just say to you?

                                            >You feel lightheaded and start to sway.

                                            >Your legs are having a difficult time keeping you up and you lean on a nearby table for balance.

                                            >You're feeling groggy now and it's hard to express your anger through the heaviness.

                                            What... did you say?

                                            >She's still avoiding your glance.

                                            >Though even if she WAS looking at you, you wouldn't know it because you've started seeing double.

                                            >"Well, once I figured out what potion Cheerilee had most likely made, I got curious...

                                            >Your head is swimming and you drop to one knee.

                                            >The two Twilight's are pacing around in front of you.

                                            >She's clearly enjoying her own story.

                                            >"Like I said, Cheerilee is very talented. Her version of the potion is very difficult to make."

                                            >You groan, slumping down to a sitting position.

                                            >It's getting hard to hear Twilight and your vision has started to tunnel.

                                            >She sounds like she's speaking from far away.

                                            >"But I found a recipe that p0nybacks off of her formula-"

                                            >If you could, you'd be seething at that pun.

                                            >"And basically adds me to the effect and allows me use a phrase that I choose, in addition to hers."

                                            >"I'd been wanting to study your reproduction system for a while and now I can. Isn't that great, [Anon?]"


                                            >Even through your muddled vision and your dampened senses, you feel a stirring in your loins.

                                            >She didn't.

                                            >She couldn't have.

                                            >No p0ny was that stupid.

                                            >"I'm really looking forward to collecting data with you today, [Anon.]"

                                            >Your cock starts to perk up, attempting to peak out the top of your pants like a chick awaiting its meal.

                                            >You don't even care about what's going on downstairs at the moment.

                                            >You're fuming with rage.

                                            >She picked your name as the key-phrase?

                                            >SHE PICKED YOUR FUCKING NAME?

                                            >You want to strangle her.

                                            >You want to pop her head like a cork, fill her body with confetti, and use her to compete against Pinkie's party cannon.

                                            >But you can't.

                                            >You're prostrate on Twilight's floor doing your best not to swallow your own tongue.

                                            >Twilight may be great at magic, but her potion-making skill could use some work.

                                            >You doubt she'd want you feeling like you went sunflower rounds with Iron Will.

                                            >Wow... did you really just properly use an Equestrian number?

                                            >Fuck this place.

                                            >Just as you're cursing everything that is holy, your headache stops, your vision straightens, and you regain the use of your limbs.

                                            >But not for long.

                                            >Twilight notices you regaining your senses and uses her magic to hold your arms and legs taught.

                                            >"Now now, [Anon.] Just a little data and I'll let you go."


                                            >Your dick has decided that it's spent enough time living under Pant's roof and it's time to strike out on its own.

                                            >He's heard good things about Southern Shirtville.

                                            >Pity about what happened in the neighboring Shirtopia though.

                                            >With Twilight's "[Anon]" as his siren call, your cock attempts to pry your pants off himself.

                                            >"Oh my..." Twilight retrieves her clipboard again and flips the page.

                                            >"It seems that human's... umm... little stallions get much harder than other p0nies. And they tend to point upward as opposed to outward."

                                            That's because my pants are in the way, you stupid horse!

                                            >Twilight blushes nervously. "Well I didn't know..."

                                            >She uses her magic to undo your belt and slides off your pants and boxers.

                                            >"That's the whole point of this, you know."

                                            >What did you just do?

                                            >Why'd you have to open your big mouth?

                                            >Everything would have been fine if you'd just let Twilight bumble around your junk like an idiot.

                                            >Like that night you brought that drunk sorority girl home and the only 'action' you got was getting to clean up her puke the next morning.

                                            >You glance down at your dick.

                                            >Oh right.

                                            >Mr. Eager down there would've hulked out eventually next thing you know, you'd be asking Rarity for another pair of pants.

                                            >Maybe you made the right choice after all.


                                            >"[Anon,] I'm going to start the real data collection now."

                                            >Your member throbs at her words.

                                            >Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

                                            >No! Bad dick! Down boy!

                                            >Your penis is having nothing of it and awaits its reward eagerly.

                                            >"Let's see... The book said to stimulate the shaft and balls..."

                                            >She clumsily takes her hoof and presses it to your manhood.

                                            >You gasp from the sensation, but somehow you're much further from climax than you had ever been with Cheerilee.

                                            >Twilight rubs your length up and down with her hoof nervously.

                                            >You'd never thought a hoof could make you feel this good.

                                            >You're in the throes of ecstasy when suddenly, pain shoots through your body.

                                            >You yelp and crane your neck to look for an explanation.

                                            >Twilight seems to be attempting to 'massage' your boys.

                                            >Instead it just feels like she's trying to mash potatoes.

                                            WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?

                                            >Twilight pulls her hoof back with a start.  "It doesn't feel good?"

                                            NOT WHEN YOU'RE MAKING THANKSGIVING DINNER SIDES WITH MY JUNK.

                                            >She looks confused but then gets a stern look on her face.

                                            >"I don't mind criticism [Anon,] but you don't have to yell."

                                            >You're about to yell at her, but your mouth won't open.

                                            >More fucking magic.


                                            >Twilight huffs. "Fine, since I don't seem to be cut out for hoofjobs, I'll just use my magic."

                                            >You feel a light sensation on your legs.

                                            >It feels wet.

                                            >And warm.

                                            >And it's trailing up your leg.

                                            >You can hear the Jaws theme playing in your head.

                                            >Ohshitohshitohshit.

                                            >Your legs struggle against the sensation and against Twilight's magical grip, but to no avail.

                                            >You're getting goosebumps over your entire body.

                                            >As the sensation draws nearer to your jimmies, it stops to wrangle your johnnies.

                                            >Twilight's magic is caressing your balls, sending shivers through your spine.

                                            >Her magic simulates both a tongue and the wetness of a pussy simultaneously.

                                            >She's only working your balls, but you can already feel them filling up with raw data.

                                            >After spending an agonizing amount of time on your little guys, Twilight finally starts her 'observation' of your shaft.

                                            >It feels like you just won the lottery and the prize was a ticket to Whoreville.

                                            >You're about to lose it and you let a moan escape your throat as proof.

                                            >Twilight acknowledges your pleasure and readies a beaker at her side.

                                            >You're kidding?

                                            >She's really doing this for science?

                                            >The thought stops to matter as you buck your hips and release your genetic coding across Twilight's face before she can steer it into the beaker.

                                            >Surprised, Twilight's magic holding your mouth closed fades and you have a stroke of brilliance.

                                            Twilight! I should have told you! My cum is radioactive to animals that aren't other humans!

                                            >"What?" Her eyes pop open wide and she gallops off to her chemical shower.

                                            >You take this opportunity to collect yourself (and your pants) and take to the hills.