>The two of you lay there for time unmeasured, the only movement Twilight's hoof as she flicks from page to page. Such a gentle gesture - you're surprised she can use it at all without fingers.
>Suddenly, she flips back a page - the first time she has gone back to reread a piece.
>"Anon, I think I'm missing something here..." she says softly.
>It's the first time Twilight has spoken in hours.
>She flicks ahead to the next page, rereading it while you hold her, quietly waiting for her to finish her question.
>"So... these guys kidnapped Octavia and dragged her back into the prison... just so they could beat her up? Why?" her head swivels back, looking over her shoulder to you. "Are you humans really so pointlessly violent?"
>It does not surprise you that she missed what that scene implies - but her question still catches you off guard.
>You didn't think she would notice at all.
"She wasn't beaten. Well, maybe, but that wasn't their purpose."
>Twilight continues to look at you, confused.
"She was gangraped."
>Your princess's eyes grow wide, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. She abruptly turns her head back to the tablet, flicking back again to reread the entire section.
"You didn't notice that at all?"
>She shakes her head, causing her mane to tickle your nose. You prop yourself up on your elbow, trying to escape the hair, and see why she didn't answer verbally.
>Twilight is biting her lower lip, her cheeks growing warmer and redder as she reads the page for the third time.
"It this turning you on?"
>This scene has... no description. Nothing sexual. The rape is implied only. Barely at that.
>Sure, it gave you a boner the first time you read it, but that was for Talos. Fucking badass, no homo.
>She shakes her head again, quicker this time.
"You're getting hot and bothered about a scene that's not even described?"
>"Nu-uh," she groans out of her closed mouth, eyes never leaving the screen.
"You know you only have the one set of sheets..."
>Your arm is still wrapped around her chest - you can feel her heart pounding.
>She flips back to reread the section again.
"Aren't you getting bored?"
>She doesn't answer. Time to investigate.
>You slip your arm free from around her, running it down her belly as a soft moan escapes from her throat. You hesitate at her hips, giving her one last chance...
"This is your fetish, isn't it?"
>"Nuuuuu." Her mouth almost opens to let the words out. Almost.
>Well, you gave her a chance.
>You slide your hand up and over her flank, never once breaking contact. Twilight inhales sharply in anticipation. She knows - she hopes she knows - what's about to happen. You make her wait, calmly running your fingers through her tail. Stroking it once, twice - she twitches in anticipation, flicking to the next page. On the third stroke, you pull her tail up. You can feel the wet heat radiating from her as you reach down for the fourth stroke.
>Twilight whines slightly in anticipation. She's still too eager - you stroke her tail one more time, giving it a slightly rough tug at the end, pulling her rump against you.
>She flicks to the next page, trying to pretend none of this is happening. You reach down for a fifth stroke and she shifts, presenting herself to your hand.
>Oh fuck it, enough waiting.
>Twilight shivers slightly as you run your hand along her marehood, the tip of one finger between her lips. Just as you expected, you're going to need to wash these sheets tomorrow. You pull your hand out from under the blanket, inspecting the clear liquid coating it.
>Fuck yeah, you're going to have to wash these sheets tomorrow.
>You raise your hand to Twilight's face - she finally parts her lips, drawing your finger into her mouth with her tongue.
>She still does not look away from the iPad, even as she licks her juices from your hand.
"You're still not going to admit it?"
>"Nevah." She bites lightly on your finger.
"So I should stop?"
>She releases your finger, giving it one last long lick from base to tip.
>"Never."
>She flicks to the next page.
>With a grin, you pull the blanket from her, keeping it wrapped around yourself of course. She shivers slightly at the sudden cold before remembering she's supposedly engrossed in your book.
"Are you actually reading that?"
>You gently rub a finger around Twilight's quivering pussy, continuing to tease her. You shift, giving yourself a better view of your toy - watching as the first bead of marejuice slips free, spilling down and staining the sheet.
>"Y-yes. Of course I am," she finally answers. "C-c-could you please stop distracting-" her eyes shut involuntarily and she pauses, gasping. "Stop distracting me."
>She rolls over onto her belly - head down, plot up. Her forelegs stretched out past the pillow, still holding up the tablet in her hooves. The movement sends a small cascade of liquid tumbling down, coating the inside of her hind legs.
>Gods, this mare gets wetter than a fucking water elemental.
>Wetter than a water elemental? You are such a fucking nerd.
>Slowly, you insert one finger, slipping it easily into her.
>You feel her clench up around you, tight even on just a finger.
>Part of your mind wonders if all mares are like this. The thought of -
>The thought of anyone except Twilight Sparkle makes you sick. Ponies are animals - the only reason to fuck them is to establish dominance.
>- or -
>Well, Twilight isn't just a pony to you.
>She whines again as you withdraw your finger, and again - even louder - as you introduce a second with your next invasion.
>Oh gods, it's so tight. Even with rivulets of juice spilling from her cunt, it's getting difficult to thrust your fingers in over and over.
>How do you even manage to fit your cock in her...?
>You smile as her insides try desperately to milk your fingers.
>Love will find a way and that's always true.
>Your princess has stopped trying to read - it's all she can do to keep the tablet up and her eyes open. She's been on the same page for... oh... three orgasms now?
>Not that it takes much for her to climax, as you realized to your chagrin that first night. And no, that wasn't the first time you caused that. In the kitchen, just kissing her for the first time...
>Most people - ponies - don't collapse just from a little kiss.
>You pull your hand free, wiping it clean on Twilight's back. You're both going to be a mess in the morning anyway, and from her shiver she seems to enjoy it. You cast off the blanket and stand, drawing a groan from Twilight as she feels your weight leave the bed. Your boxers fall to the floor and you climb back on, positioning yourself behind your princess. She strains, lifting up her plot for you, getting it to just the right height. Strange how quickly she learned to do that. One hand goes to each side - almost directly over her cutie marks, you notice.
"Having fun?"
>"Mhmmm. It's a good book..."
>You rub the tip of your dick against her - it feels like it's straining to draw you in.
"That's not what I meant."
>"It's a really good book..."
>With a smile, you thrust into her without warning and she her eyes slam shut with a grunt.
"Today has been a weird day..."
>It's a strain to chat so casually while thrusting into her over and over -
"...first you try to engage in exhibitionism..."
>- but it's worth it to feel her squirming under you in embarrassment.
"... and now I find out you have some kind of weird submissive fetish."
>She whines at that - assuming she even hears your words anymore and it's not just in pleasure.
"But that's okay, my little princess."
>You reach forward, looping your left hand under Twilight's neck, pulling up slightly. Not enough to make her look at you, not enough to cut off her air. But enough for her instincts to momentarily kick in, enough for her to be afraid. Afraid of dying, afraid of facing you and your accusations.
>She clamps down impossibly tight on your shaft, your tablet slipping from her hooves as the next involuntary orgasm wracks her frame. They're growing more intense, more violent. Shaking her entire body.
>Oh fuck.
>You reach your right arm around her belly, pulling her up against your chest. Her wings flap feebly, reflexively spasming. The feathers tickle as they push back against you, like Twilight is trying to free herself from your grip.
>"More..." she moans, betraying her true feelings.
>You tighten your fingers around her neck, pulling her head back and twisting it.
"More what?"
>You continue to thrust as her eyes flare open, staring straight into yours.
>"Everything..." She struggles to get the words out, your grip and her body working together to make every sound a challenge.
"It's a good thing you're purple."
>You softly whisper the words into her ear.
>"Why...?" she gasps as her eyes roll back in her head.
>You loosen your grip - leaning in to kiss her.
>"Why?" she asks again when your lips part.
"Because hopefully Cadence won't see your bruises tomorrow."
>"Mmmmm... hopefully..."
>Weird, you expected more of a reaction. Oh gods -
>You got your reaction all right - Twilight plants her feet against the bed, pushing back against you in rhythm. The rest of her lays limply against your chest - even her wings flop loosely. Her body is beyond control now. Gently, you lower her back to the bed, where she paws feebly for your tablet, still pushing back against you again and again. Between the orgasms and gasping for breath, her body shakes constantly, twitching around as her cunt tries to milk you. Something about her helpless flailing pushes you over the edge.
>You empty in to her, overflowing her. Your milky white seed mix with her frothy juices and spill down her legs, staining her coat, soaking it. Twilight shudders one last time as she slips from your softening cock, squirting out even more liquid over the sheet.
>She smiles, eyes shut, as you wipe your cock on her flank.
>You were right - she does enjoy it. Let's add degradation to the list...
>"Cold," Twilight murmurs, patting the pillow.
>You lay down beside your princess, trying futilely to avoid the worst of the spills. You grab for the blanket, wrapping your arm around Twilight as you pull it back over the both of you.
"It really is a good book, isn't it?"
>"Mhm."