>*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