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

~FIN~