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>be you
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>stranded in magical land of talking horses
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>no idea how you got here
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>no idea how to get back
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>but you're in no hurry to get back anyway
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>you don't remember much of your old life, but what you do remember is nothing you'd want to trade this place for
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>each day a little more of it fades away, like a half-remembered dream
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>anyway
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>you don't have time to think about that shit now
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>because it's springtime in Equestria
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>and you've finally got a date with that cute librarian you've had a thing for since you got here
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>well technically it's like the fourth or fifth time you've gone out with her
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>but this is the first time you've actually managed to ask her out alone
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>every other time has been kind of a group thing
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>that friend of hers, Pinkie, seems to have more or less figured out how you feel
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>she keeps trying to play matchmaker, but she also can't stop inserting herself into your dates and ruining them
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>her other friend won't shut up about fashion
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>anyway whatever, tl;dr her friends all suck
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>point is, finally you screwed up the courage to just ask Twilight out on your own
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>no Pinkie
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>no Applejack or Rarity
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>no Spike or Fluttershy or any of the others butting in
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>just the two of you on a proper date
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>you spilled a fair amount of spaghetti in the process
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>but she said yes
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>you step off the train onto the platform
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>you are immediately overwhelmed by the sights, noises and smells of a major city
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>Twilight wasn't kidding, this place is huge
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>you're a little nervous about meeting her in a city you've never been to, but it can't be helped
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>she had to go back to the capital for the weekend
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>you didn't quite understand her explanation why, but you know it has something to do with her studies
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>she tends to spill a fair amount of spaghetti herself whenever she talks to you
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>you want to believe that's a good sign
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>but she also seems like she spills a lot of spaghetti on her own
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>anyway, whatever
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>point is, she agreed to meet up with you this afternoon
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>you look around the platform
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>the Canterlot station is much bigger than the one in Ponyville
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>there are so many ponies here
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>but you don't see her anywhere
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>you feel your stomach tighten
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>what if she doesn't show up?
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>worse: what if she [i]does[/i] show up, but you can't find her?
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>she'll think you stood her up
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>however, before your autism has a chance to spiral out of control, you hear a familiar voice calling to you from across the platform
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"Hi, Anon!"
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>you turn in the direction it came from
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>a cute little purple unicorn is standing at the edge of the platform, trying to catch your attention over the crowd of ponies jostling around her
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>the bright magenta stripe in her mane stands out against the sea of pastel
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>it's already well into spring, but Canterlot is at a higher altitude and the air is chilly
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>she's wearing a pink and white striped scarf that goes well with her colors
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>it looks like something Rarity probably made for her
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>you make a mental note to compliment her on it
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>you remember someone from long ago telling you that you should always compliment a girl on something she's wearing if you go on a date with her
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>you can't remember who it was that gave you that advice, but you distinctly remember hearing it
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>and it sounds like good advice
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>it's a good thing she has that scarf on, you think to yourself as she approaches
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>clothing is mostly optional in this world
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>and Twilight isn't especially fashion-conscious
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>you're not sure what you'd compliment her on if she wasn't wearing anything
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>there would be plenty of options to choose from of course
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>but you're not sure what's polite to notice out loud
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>oh shit
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>you suddenly notice she's standing right in front of you
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>how did she get here that quickly?
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>how long were you staring into space like an autist?
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>she's looking up like she expects you to say something
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>you're pretty sure she just asked you a question
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>but you were too busy admiring her scarf and spacing out like an autist, so whatever she said didn't register
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>hurry up and say something, you retard
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>or you're going to blow this
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"Uh, yeah, that sounds great!" you blurt out
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>you seriously hope that was the right response
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>lucky for you, she breaks into a big grin
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"Great!" she says. "I know a place that's just a short trot--er, walk--er, whatever!"
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>she sounds a bit nervous herself
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>you hope that's a good sign
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>however, you only take slight notice of it
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>for the most part your efforts are focused on containing your own spaghetti
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>most of which you manage to keep inside your pockets for the time being
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>together, you walk down a few of Canterlot's zigzagging streets
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>you end up at a sidewalk cafe not far from the station
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>it's hard to hear what she's saying over the din of the city around you
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>but you ask awkwardly what she's been up to
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>lucky for you, she immediately goes off about some ancient spell she's studying
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>she gets really excited when she talks about stuff like this
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>you relax a little and just enjoy listening to her
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>you have no idea what she's talking about
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>you couldn't get a word in edgewise even if you had an intelligent contribution to make
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>but her excitement makes you smile
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>and you're relieved that you don't have to think up things to talk about
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>talking is the hardest part of interacting with anyone
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>even cute horses you like
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>especially cute horses you like
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>a waiter comes by and takes your order
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>Twilight orders some kind of flower salad
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>you have no idea what you ordered, your mouth just moves on its own
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>hopefully you didn't order some kind of weird horse-food you won't be able to eat
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>the waiter trots away
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>Twilight seems to have lost her train of thought on whatever spell she was talking about
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>there's a moment of awkward silence
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>you suddenly remember you forgot to compliment her scarf
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"I like your scarf!"
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>you blurt that out like a retard
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>Twilight looks startled for a moment
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>she looks down as if she'd forgotten she was wearing a scarf
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"Oh, thanks," she says. "Rarity made it for me last Hearth's Warming."
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>awkward silence again
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>she looks slightly uncomfortable
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>say something you retard, you're blowing this
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"So..."
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>you both blurt that out at the same time
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>Twilight reddens a little and looks away, smiling sheepishly
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"Um," she begins again. "...was there anything you wanted to see while you're in Canterlot?"
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>oh fuck
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>on the surface you're calm and ready
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>but inside your sweater it's all spaghetti
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>you have no idea what you want to see while you're in Canterlot
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>you don't even know what's in Canterlot
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>you've never thought about it before
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>all week you've been thinking about coming up here to see her
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>you'd have gone to Kalamazoo if she asked
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>but you have no idea what's out there either
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>fuck
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>she's looking at you
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>say something you retard, you're blowing this
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"Uh, how about the aquarium?"
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>you blurt this out just microseconds before your brain tells you what a stupid suggestion it is
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>the aquarium?
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>does Canterlot even have an aquarium?
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>do talking horses even know what an aquarium is?
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>Twilight blinks
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"The aquarium?"
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>fuck
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>you really are blowing this
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>she has no idea what an aquarium is
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>now you'll have to explain the concept to her
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>and then you'll have to explain why you thought that visiting a prison for fish would make a good date
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>and then--
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"Sure, that sounds like a lot of fun!"
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>her answer catches you off guard
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>you look at her and are relieved to see she is now smiling brightly
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"I haven't been since I was a filly!"
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>whew
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>looks like aquariums are a thing here
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>you got off lucky this time, but be more careful from now on, your brain admonishes
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>meanwhile, the waiter has returned with your food
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>you are relieved to discover you ordered some kind of potato goulash that looks perfectly normal, and not a bowl of raw oats
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>you dig in
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>it's actually pretty good
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>Twilight seems to enjoy her salad as well
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>she starts yammering like an autist again about her magic studies while she eats
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>you still can't follow a word of it, but you enjoy listening to her
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>it's cute how exited she gets
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>she's so excited she doesn't even realize she's spitting out little pieces of daffodil as she talks
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>you think that's cute too
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>you don't even mind that some of it is going into your goulash
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>she's still in good spirits as the two of you pay your bill and leave
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>you're starting to relax a little
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>the conversation flows more easily as you make your way through the Canterlot streets
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>you talk about stuff and whatever, you're not even sure what you're saying half the time
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>she seems genuinely interested in your world, you wish you could remember more about it
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>finally, you arrive at the aquarium
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>it's a fairly large, old-looking structure not far from the palace
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>you have another brief spaghetti moment when you realize you're not sure you have enough money to cover admission for both of you
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>however, it turns out that students at Celestia's school get in for free
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>the interior of the aquarium is dark and cool
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>the walls consist of large plate glass windows looking into tanks filled with water
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>there's a group of about five or six foals in one corner, accompanied by a mare who looks like their teacher
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>beyond that, the two of you are the only ones in here
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>Twilight looks around at the tanks, smiling
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"I used to come here all the time with my parents," she says.
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>the two of you walk up to one of the tanks
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>there doesn't appear to be anything inside
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>you press your face against the glass, trying to peer inside
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"SHOO BE DOO, SHOO SHOO BE DOO!!"
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"WAAAAH!!!"
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>you take a surprised step backwards and nearly trip over Twilight's tail
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"Ow!" she says
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>you apologize, but your attention is quickly drawn back to the tank
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>inside, a group of colorful talking...sea-horses or something...are performing an elaborate musical number
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[i]"Call upon the sea ponies, when you're in distress..."[/i]
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>meanwhile, Twilight is watching the performance and happily humming along
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>she notices your expression
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"Oh, that's right, you're not from here!" she exclaims
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"What are they?" you ask
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"They're the sea ponies," she says. "You're...uh, supposed to call on them I guess."
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"When I'm in distress?"
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"Yep. Although if you're in distress somewhere that isn't underwater they aren't very helpful."
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"Do they...do this a lot?"
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>Twilight nods enthusiastically
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"Oh, yes! This song is one of the main draws for this place. A lot of ponies just come in here to watch the song and then leave. But [i]those[/i] ponies miss out on the rest of the aquarium!"
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>the sea ponies finish their musical number and swim away
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>the two of you leave the main atrium and venture into the rest of the aquarium
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>Twilight leads you from tank to tank, growing more animated as she explains about the creatures in each exhibit
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>she really knows her way around in here
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>and she's surprisingly knowledgeable about fish
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>you'd have thought this kind of thing would be more up Fluttershy's alley
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>but Twilight clearly has a genuine interest
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>once again, you are able to just relax and enjoy her autism
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>the aquarium is much larger than it looked from the outside
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>she leads you through a maze of hallways and tanks and exhibits
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>Equestria's oceans are home to all sorts of fantastic creatures
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>you find yourself getting genuinely drawn in
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>Twilight is having a lot of fun as well
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>this place seems to be bringing back a lot of fond memories for her
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>finally, you come to a round room surrounded by water on all sides
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>there is no exit except way you came in
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>the big tank is filled with some species of giant sea-turtle
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>a few of them are swimming lazily around
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>a few more repose on the gravel-strewn bottom, surrounded by decorative shells and coral
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>some kind of algae-eating snail is making its way slowly up the side of one of the tank walls
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>in the center of the room is a red velvet sofa
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"Want to rest for a minute?" asks Twilight
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>you realize suddenly that your feet are sore from all of this walking around
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>you don't remember much about how you spent your time before coming to Equestria
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>but whatever it was, you don't think it involved this much walking
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>you nod gratefully and sit down on the sofa
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>Twilight climbs up and plops down next to you
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>you don't get the impression that she does a lot of walking either
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>you catch a whiff of her scent
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>she's wearing some kind of berry perfume
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>underneath it is a hint of mare sweat
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>the smell makes your stomach tighten
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>suddenly you're nervous again
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>you realize how close she is to you
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"This was fun!" she says. "It's been forever since I came here! I forgot how much I used to love this place."
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>she sighs a little and leans into you
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>you can feel her body heat
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>your arm moves on its own
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>it wraps around her shoulders
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>or her withers
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>or whatever a horse has
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>she leans in closer and snuggles her head underneath yours
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>her mane has a light floral scent
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>it's probably her shampoo
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>most likely some kind of sensibly-priced store-brand shampoo
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>it smells nice
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>you sit like that for awhile
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>the tank bubbles
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>the turtles swim lazily around
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>Twilight shuffles slightly
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>you turn and look down at her
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>she looks up
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>your eyes meet
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>you stare at each other for a moment
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>you're wondering if you ought to say something
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>suddenly you lean in and kiss her
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>it's a bit weird trying to kiss a horse
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>it takes a few seconds of awkward fumbling for your mouth to find the right position
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>Twilight helps you
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>her tongue probes hungrily into your mouth
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>you can taste daffodil salad on her breath
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>you pull her closer
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>the height difference makes it awkward
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>she steps up on her hind legs and climbs onto your lap to make it easier
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>you lean back against the side arm of the couch
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>she settles down on top of you
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>her front hooves are on your shoulders
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>the smell of berries and flowers and sweat is overpowering
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>you feel something warm and wet pressing against your hard-on
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>the kiss breaks off with a wet pop
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>you stare at each other for a moment
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>you're both breathing heavily
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>neither of you says anything
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>then you kiss again
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>hungrier this time
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>she lifts her haunches off of your lap a little
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>you feel something like an electrical charge around the crotch of your pants
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>you notice her horn is sparkling
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>it takes you a couple of seconds to realize she's using magic to unzip your pants
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>she's pretty good at it, considering that pants are basically alien technology to her
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>some autistic corner of your mind wonders if she's got a book on pants somewhere in her library
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>fortunately you have little time to ponder this incredibly stupid thought
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>as soon as your pants are halfway down your thighs she lowers herself onto you
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>you are immediately enveloped by something hot and wet
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>Twilight groans softly
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>you groan too
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>there's a thick musky scent hanging in the air
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>she begins to grind her hips slowly
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>but that's not all that's moving
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>you dimly remember reading somewhere about the kind of muscle control that equines have
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>you're not sure where you read that
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>but damned if it wasn't true
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>this is like sticking it into a milking machine
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>she squeezes and massages you while barely moving the rest of her body
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>she's breathing hard
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>you can feel her hot daffodil breath tickling your ear
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>you already know you're not going to last long
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>you caress the soft ample flesh on her flank
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>with your free hand you grab the back of her neck and kiss her again
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>she squeezes you tighter
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>that sends you over the edge
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>you groan loudly
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>that dim part of your brain is warning you not to make too much noise
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>but you're hardly listening
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>she erupts a second after you do
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>you feel a gushing torrent of warm fluid pouring down your balls like a waterfall
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>the aroma is overpowering
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>Twilight's body trembles violently
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>she breaks off the kiss and moans
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>there's a thin spiderweb of saliva running from her mouth to yours
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>she arches her back and moans again, and another torrent gushes out of her
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>the sofa cushion underneath you is now soaked
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>that autistic corner of your brain feels momentarily sorry for the aquarium's janitor
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>however, that's pretty much your last coherent thought for next several seconds
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>your mind goes blank as you give yourself over to pure sensation
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>the warm weight of Twilight's body pressed on top of yours
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>the sour, musky aroma of her sweat and cum
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>the heat of her breath
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>the warm, wet caress as her spasms continue milking you--
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"SHOO BE DOO, SHOO SHOO BE DOO!!"
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"WAAAAAAH~!"
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>you both cry out in unison
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>if you didn't have her pinned to your chest she probably would have sprang several feet into the air
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>you look at each other for one panicked moment
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>Twilight's mane is disheveled and she has a lunatic gleam in her eye
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>you're both panting
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>tentatively, you both peer over the back of the sofa
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>about five or six sea ponies are floating in the turtle tank
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>you stare at them
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>they stare back at you
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>for several seconds nobody says anything
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"We.....heard noises," says one of the sea ponies finally.
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"Oh."
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>that's about the best response you can come up with
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"Yeah," adds another. "Uh, we......thought you were in distress."
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"Um, no," you stammer. "We're....uh....we're fine."
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"Oh."
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>awkward silence resumes
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>nobody is quite sure what to say
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>to make matters worse, Twilight is still...moving a little
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>dammit_boner.wmv
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>but trying to stop it is no use
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>you're pretty much at full mast again
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>she notices
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>you turn to her apologetically
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>she reddens a bit
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>but then she gets a weird gleam in her eye
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>she leans forward and whispers into your ear
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"Let them watch if they want."
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~FIN~
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