Twilight Sparkle orgasms from magic-stealing ooze


                                            >Lyra stumbled back into ponyville, disheveled, dirty and delirious, with wobbly legs and a noticeably aroused face.

                                            >Twilight ran up to her concerned.

                                            >“Lyra, what happened?” she asked.

                                            >“It's wonderful, Twilight, you have to try it...”

                                            >“What?”

                                            >“In the everfree forest... It's amazing... I've never felt so... I don't know if I can even come down from it...” she muttered, drooling with a silly grin.

                                            >“Spike, get my spell bags ready.”

                                            >“Yes Ma'am!” he said obediently, running with her back to the treebrary to grab supplies.

                                            >An hour later Twilight was trekking deep into the dangerous depths of the Everfree forest

                                            >Despite insistence by some of her friends to accompany her, especially Fluttershy, she resigned herself to do this alone.

                                            >You know, for her friends' safety and other convenient reasons.

                                            >Soon, in a small glen around the area Lyra had described, Twilight sees something.

                                            >It looks about like a swampy puddle of muck on the forest floor, but it's moving all on its own,

                                            >Parts of its gooey mass rise up and reach about with amoeba-like pseudopod projections.

                                            >Twilight confidently lights up her horn with a readied combat spell.

                                            >“Allright, you nasty thing, your days of hurting innocent ponies is over!” Twilight says out loud to no one in particular.

                                            >She blasts a beam of magic energy from her horn at the puddle.

                                            >It's meant to be a stun spell, but it has no effect whatsoever on the creature.

                                            >In fact, quite the opposite.

                                            >the creature seems to be feeding on the magical energy itself, and growing stronger

                                            >it starts to drain the energy, the beam becoming a transfer beam draining magical essence from Twilight to the monster, which swells and grows.

                                            >Twilight struggles but can't break it or pull away.

                                            >She is initially filled with horror, but there is something oddly pleasant about the sensation which clouds her mind.

                                            >She knows she needs to fight it but she can't believe how arousing it feels.

                                            >An icy-hot sensation that spreads from her horn and head down her back and shoulders down to her nethers

                                            >it feels incredible. She starts to get aroused.

                                            >'No! This is bad! This is bad bad bad! I'm being drained! I'm weakening! My very magical essense is being sucked out of me!' She thinks in a panic.

                                            >'But I've also never felt anything so... so...'

                                            >Ceasing her will to fight, Twilight gives in and grooves on the arousing sensation of the magical draining

                                            >She even finds herself willed to slowly step towards the creature

                                            >She approaches and stands at its edge.

                                            >Twilight pants and creases her legs from arousal, her nether regions are dripping wet

                                            >several beams of magic-draining energy are now focused on her, the magical pool is writhing and throbbing with energy

                                            >slimy pseudopods rise up from the pool and begin to wrap around her.

                                            >They pull her towards it.

                                            >She doesn't resist, moaning as they delicately caress around her body, tenderly touching and feeling around her sensitive skin

                                            >Her legs are wobbling, she feels so weak

                                            >She begins to step into the puddle and lets the pseudopod tendrils fully wrap around her body

                                            >She sinks under and disappears inside the oozy puddle

                                            >the puddle itself eagerly feels around her nethers and face, the tip of a slimy pseudopod tickles her cunt, ponut and mouth

                                            >her eyes roll back in her head as they invade her most personal spaces, worming and wiggling their way deep inside her on both ends

                                            >the slimy extremities throb and begin to lightly thrust in and out, continuing to drain her magical energy away from her very core

                                            >she doesn't care, she is electrified and passing into the next realm of arousal and pleasure

                                            >already having climaxed and climaxed again, and reached a point of arousal where she felt like it would never end

                                            >until she began to fade away in glorious delirious pleasure...

                                            >She woke up disheveled and dirty sometime later next to the puddle, which began to slowly slide away like an enourmous slug

                                            >the nasty muck which had fully enveloped her did not leave a trace of its slimyness on her body

                                            >She got up shakingly to her legs, and could feel no magical essense at all.

                                            >She tried a basic light spell on her horn, tried to telepathically pick up a stick, but... nothing.

                                            >She was basically a mud pony now.

                                            >She wondered if she could get good at applebucking to help out on Applejack's farm for a living.

                                            >For now though, she could barely move, her body was so racked from countless orgasms, her legs shaky and her body trembling.

                                            >She tried to wipe the stupid, drooly aheago grin off her face but couldn't.

                                            >Seems like she had been out a few hours, the sun was getting low, it would be dark soon.

                                            >She made her way to trot clumsily back into town, needing to be quick, especially with no magic to light the way or spells to protect her.

                                            >She didn't care though, that was the most sexually arousing thing she had ever experienced, and it was worth it.

                                            >Was she thinking straight feeling that way? Would her friends be mad at her? Would Princess Celestia be upset? Oh well. Maybe they should try it out too.