>*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