This is an old story from 2014 and early 2015. I'm transferring these here from FIMfiction. Why?

Well, not everybody visits FIM or likes it. Plus, a lot of people probably think I haven't written stuff in years.

So I guess to them, this is a new story?

Enjoy.

Hearts and Hooves Day.

It's a holiday somewhat enjoyed by many. It gives them the ability to give each other gifts, share hugs and kisses, but mostly, it allows others to find that very special somepony in their lives. Sometimes, some can be lucky on this day. Others will most likely spend it alone at home while eating a tub of ice cream.

You were the latter of those ponies, though you don't exactly gobble down frozen dairy products and wallow in sorrow because you didn't get your loved one today. There were 364 other days to find that special someone. Or 365, counting the leap year in February.

For the past few Hearts and Hooves Days since your graduation from High School five years ago, you usually spent the day alone, mostly because in your High School and Middle School years, every time you asked a girl out, they would always make an excuse to not spend time with you, always going for the guys that looked handsomer than you. Most mares then and even now only seem to take stallions that look handsome, probably not even caring if one had a history of abusing ponies in their time. It was all about the tattoos and big ass scars.

...

Okay, maybe not like that, but they always cared about bad boys.

However, that was usually seen in the town you lived in. That town and its inhabitants was why you left it once you got out of college. With enough money, you took yourself to Ponyville, one of the nicest towns you could ever visit. And the best part is: Those in relationships looked like normal couples. They weren't the couples with really cute girls who stayed with strong and most likely abusive stallions who do nothing but drink beer and fight others.

The status of some of the towns around Equestria made it feel like something out of a really bad fanfiction, but you never pondered on the topic, mostly because you didn't really care. You were glad you landed in a good town. Especially a town with a really cute librarian.

And by cute, you meant absolutely bucking adorable.

You remember her name quite clearly: Twilight Sparkle.

It was a name that never seemed to leave your mind. Day and night, you would just think of the name. You couldn't really help it. You couldn't tell if it was because of how she said it or what. It'd be creepy to some, others would think it was just romantic, or maybe just cute in a kidly way.

You could remember the first day you met her. It was not long after you moved to Ponyville when you unintentionally bumped into her into the downtown market. You quickly apologized, and she giggled in a really cute way, saying it was no problem. You allowed to help her pick up and carry whatever she dropped, and she thanked you for doing so while you headed back to her house. On the way, she introduced herself, giving you her full name, and you did the same in return, while also taking in the memory of her name.

Twilight Sparkle.

After a bit of talking, you reached the house, you handed her the supplies, and she thanked you while saying your name, even giving you a hug before bidding you goodbye for now, hoping you two could meet up again sometime.

It was then that you realized.

You were in love.

You were in love with Twilight Sparkle.

Every time you thought of the name or said the name out loud in the lonely comfort of your own home, you always seemed to have a tingly sensation going down your back. It would tickle and you would smile, but you would quickly try to stop it as it just felt and looked very weird. Luckily, no one saw you.

After that encounter with Twilight, you came back the very next day to talk and hang out with her. Then the day after that. And the day after that. And the one after that. And on and on and on.

Very quickly, you became friends all the way to BEST friends, one of her six, in fact, one being a purple dragon named Spike. You were also introduced to her other friends, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, and Rarity. You didn't know who they were, but upon the discovery that they were the famous Elements of Harmony, you nearly squealed in delight, which was something stallions probably shouldn't be doing.

You met THE Elements of Harmony.

And you were in love with the Element of Magic.

Having a crush seemed to get better and better for you. Being in love with a hero to an entire land, and a Princess too!

Yes, she is a Princess. Around a year or so after you met Twilight, you found out by complete surprise and shock that she not only received wings, but had a coronation that would deem her as Equestria's newest Princess.

It seemed that the lord above had given notice of your crush, the "lord" being Princess Celestia. Ponies did have their opinion in a supernatural being watching over us and the rest of the universe, but really, you didn't believe in that.

But that's really not important. I seem to be getting off track of what I was explaining. Apologies. Shall we get on with the story? Good, let's begin.

Today was Hearts and Hooves Day. This day of Hearts and Hooves Day was the second one you "celebrated" in Ponyville. "Celebrated" quoted because you never spend much time with anyone. You usually spend your day at home, listening to the radios or trying to fix the broken remote to the radio, only to fail every time.

Eh, you thought, I was never good at fixing things anyway.

You would spend your day mostly drinking a bit of coffee, looking out the window, and maybe having a sandwich or two while you were at it. But while you were busy doing the things you usually do, the thought of her came back to you. Even her name.

Twilight Sparkle.

You've had a crush on her for well over two and a half years by now. She's never noticed, but maybe she did get a hint whenever you partially blushed and pulled a Fluttershy on her.

Every time you hear her talk, your heart seems to pound much faster and much harder than normal. You begin to sweat slightly and blush. You have a hard time speaking. Yet...she doesn't really seem to think anything of your known love. If anything, she probably thinks you're just nervous.

But you thought that several times, calling yourself stupid every time.

For a few minutes before the clock hit three, you sit on the couch in the living room. You begin having a nervous mental talk with yourself.

Should I tell Twilight how I feel?

[Yes, yes, you should! You two are perfect together!]

But...what if she doesn't like me back? What if I'm...you know...not her type?

[Hey, this isn't your hometown! You saw the couples around Ponyville! They don't look out of whack like it is there!]

I know, I know...but still...what if she's interested in the...nerdy types?

[Then she's gonna have a hell of a time trying to find another nerd around here! Any guy would be lucky to have a piece of ass like her-]

You cut off the mental conversation with your subconscious, knowing it was bound to get out of hoof rather quick in a rather mature way.

...Well...not that you cared, anyway. You knew that was just yourself talking to...well...yourself.

...

Alienation does a strange thing to one's brain after a while.

But nonetheless, you begin to ponder at the thought. Should you sit here, do nothing, and waste yet another Hearts and Hooves Day by yourself, or do you suck it up and tell her? The thought lingered on for a good couple of minutes, up until the clock struck three o'clock, but after another minute, you came up with the answer.

"Screw it, I'm going over there," you say with a bit of confidence in your voice.

[Atta boy], your mind hollers to you, ignoring it as you get up off the couch, grab a coat [being the middle of winter], put on your glasses, and walk out the front door, locking it behind you.

Here we go, you think, as you head straight for Twilight's house.

Ponyville being big, and you being on the other side of town, it would take a few minutes to make it to Twilight's. Along the way, you were greeted by some of the townfolk, greeting them back as you crossed paths. You watched as children played in the snow, making the occasional snow-angel or snow pony, maybe even having a snowball fight.

One thing that didn't surprise you was the occasional dessert tray that was put on display near Sugarcube Corner. Ponies, young and old, would either get samples or buy the treats that were put on display. It would sometimes be brownies, cookies, fudge, even cake. Today, it was fudge.

While you necessarily aren't hungry for fudge at the moment, you decide it would be nice to get Twilight a bit of a present, even if it isn't the best present.

You were never good at presents, anyway.

Walking over to the stand where the fudge squares were placed, you were greeted with a winter-clothed Pinkie Pie, still as jumpy and excited as ever. You had to admit, she looked very cute in her winter wear.

She greets you with your name, smiling like a child, before asking if you're having a fun day today.

"Yeah, I'm good, thanks."

"So, whatcha doin' today? Got anypony special this year, huh, huh?" Pinkie asked, bouncing her eyebrows up and down and hopping.

"Uh...kinda. I'm actually on my way to their house right now; just decided to pick up something good for them."

As Pinkie packed some fudge in a bag and handed it to you, and you handed her the required payment, she said happily, "Aww, that's so sweet! I'm sure Twilight will be all nice and warm knowing you did that for her!"

As you grab the bag, you stop, eyes slightly widened, staring at Pinkie, who seems to be grinning at you, while you stand confused. She doesn't notice anything unusual with what she just said, like it was common for her to say something like that out of the blue, or in this case, the white.

"I...uh...um...Pinkie, how, exactly, did you know that I was visiting Twilight?"

Pinkie's only response:

"Just a hunch," never ceasing her grinning.

Other than the constant chattering and cheering of ponies and children, it was awkwardly silent between the two of you, continuously staring at each other for a good five to ten seconds, you frowning, confused, and Pinkie grinning, not confused in the least.

You were the first to break the silence.

"Uh...huh. Well...see you later...then?"

The confusion still lingers on, and so does Pinkie's grin, even as you walk away. You ignore the confusion and wave Pinkie goodbye, but's she's already paid attention to other customers.

Bag of warm fudge in your satchel, you continue to make your way to Twilight's home. Along the way, you happen to run into the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Rather than crusading into gaining their Cutie Marks, they decide to spend the day having fun with...you're...guessing those are their special someponies.

While you don't recognize the first two, you do recognize one of them as Rumble, hanging out with Scootaloo. The other two, you've never met.

As the group passes by you, Apple Bloom greets you, as well as the other two once they notice you're there.

"Hey, girls," you reply back. "What's going on today?"

"Nothin'," Apple Bloom replies back. "Just havin' fun."

Looking at the others, you notice Scootaloo and Rumble embracing each other with their wings, smiling.

"I see that," you respond with a smirk at the two. They both blush.

Suddenly, Sweetie Belle speaks up with, "Sorry, gotta run!" and in five seconds, they disappear from your sight, smiling and giggling like gossipers.

"That was short," you remark, before continuing.

Turning corners and walking through the busy streets of Ponyville, you soon enough come across Golden Oaks Library, mostly known as Twilight's home.

It never became an eyesore to you. Every time, every day, you would see this massive tree standing out around dozens of regular homes, and you would smile, remembering that this was the home of the girl you fell in love with so long ago, and are now somewhat ready to admit that truth to her.

You walk up to the door, and the first thing you notice is that the door has the "closed" sign hung on it. It'd make sense, seeing as how today's a holiday, but it's a bit sad, seeing as how no one would be seeing Twilight today. You decide to change that.

Ignoring the sign, you grab the doorknob and begin to twist it, surprised to see that the door wasn't locked. That must mean Spike was probably out. That, or Twilight was out instead and Spike was watching the house/cleaning up.

Continuing, you slowly push open the door, noticing that it didn't make a single creek.

The first thing you notice inside is that all of the lights are off. The lamps, the ceiling lights, everything, even Spike's night light. The second noticeable thing was that all of the windows were covered by curtains, encasing the entire Library in a dark and depressing shade of gray. The third noticeable thing was that some books were scattered around the floor. Looking closer at them, you notice that they're books about romance tips, such as, "How to Find Love," or "Romantic Pick-up Lines," and even "Is It Love at First Sight?"

The third book made you a bit questionable, but nonetheless, you decided to look for Twilight. Closing the door behind you, hearing the silent click, you begin to explore the library. The first place you check is the kitchen, as it's the only other room on the first floor. Looking around, you notice she's not downstairs, but you do happen to notice the wine on the table.

Exiting the kitchen, you decide to head downwards to the basement, seeing if Twilight might have been working on something downstairs. Being Hearts and Hooves Day, you'd probably think she's working on some love potion, but you remember how the last Hearts and Hooves Day went with Big Mac and Cheerilee when the CMC made one. And you're sure she'd reconsider when it comes to the "Want it, Need it" spell.

Reaching the basement, you are greeted with another set of bookshelves, but there also stands tables with test tubes, some empty, others filled with strange, colored fluids that you don't plan on drinking anytime soon.

Ignoring them, you go back upstairs. As you make it back up to the first floor, you think of the other rooms that Twilight's house contains. Obviously, the main Library, the living room, and the kitchen. Though you haven't checked the living room.

You decide to explore the living room next before going upstairs. As you walk through the small hallway, you notice only two doors: One for the living room, and another for the downstairs bathroom, you notice as you open the door to observe, before closing it again.

Continuing, you make it to the door leading into the living room. Opening it, you are greeted with a rather colorful room, assorted with bookshelves, a velvet colored carpet-of course-a love seat and family couch, and an ETV, or Equestrian Television. You never got around to ever buying one. They mostly showed old short films from 100 years ago, almost all of them you've watched. You're waiting for the day that a longer, colored, and sound film comes to, especially with the technology Equestria has today.

Next to you, a cabinet with an assortment of drawers stands next to you. Opening the top drawer, you see mostly just papers and pens, all neatly lined in a proper manner.

Typical Twilight, you think as you observe.

The middle drawer, however, is sweaters and socks. There's marker writing in a small empty spot all the way to the right, reading, "Winter Only."

You found the socks to be cute; you could already imagine Twilight sitting on the couch, all snuggled up, wearing a pair while in a cozy sweater. You smile stupidly at the thought, but stop before it turned into something rather explicit, even for you.

Closing the drawer, you open up the very bottom, and you open your eyes at what you see.

The drawer contained every gift you had ever given to Twilight. The first thing to catch your eye was the special book that you had given to her on her birthday two years ago. In your opinion, and even Twilight's opinion, it was the most memorable, and possibly the best, birthday she had so far. Thinking back to it now, you could still remember the smile on her face...

===2 Years Ago==

"Surprise!" You and a large group of ponies-mostly Pinkie-shouted from behind couches and tables as Twilight opened the front door to the Library. At first, there was absolute shock on her face, almost for it to be hilarious, but it quickly turned into a smile when she saw everything. The streamers, the balloons, and even the large banner hanging overhead that said, "Happy 21st Birthday, Twilight!"

You still think putting the age wasn't really needed, but you paid it no mind. It wasn't a bother to you or anyone else, especially Twilight.

"Happy birthday, egghead!" Rainbow Dash spoke up as she flew towards the velvet pony. "We really gotcha, didn't we?"

Twilight didn't reply, but all she did was nod while still grinning...and even blushing, possibly from embarrassment, but you couldn't tell.

You watched as Twilight's parents came over, hugging and wishing her a happy birthday. After that, the other girls came over, all wishing her the same, Pinkie telling everyone to have fun and enjoy the party, also making sure the "party girl" was having a good time as well, Twilight blushing slightly from it.

For a good hour and a half, everyone talked, danced to some music, and played some party games. The children, mostly the CMC and a couple of their friends, came over to wish Twilight a happy birthday, before having some cupcakes and watching some old child friendly films. The party eventually took a part of itself outside, a small group of ponies doing a challenge to see who would withstand a bucket of ice cold water dropped on their head.

You thought it was honestly stupid, so you didn't participate in it, but it was a bit funny, to be honest, to watch others do it. The small group doing the challenge even challenged Twilight to try it out. At first, she didn't want to, but she decided that it was her birthday, even saying that she only lives once.

She was still shivering even an hour after she did it, but she won the challenge.

Two hours into the party, Pinkie announced that it was time for the "party girl" to open the presents.

The first came from Pinkie Pie-because why not?-who stood up taller than most ponies, grinning with glee as Twilight opened her present. Expecting it to be a party cannon or confetti explosion, you were surprised when you saw that it was really a pink and velvet necklace, containing a little opening with photos of the two engraved.

You swore you could see Twilight tearing up a bit as she saw it. She thanked Pinkie and hugged her for a good few moments that were very well spent.

Fluttershy was next. The present wasn't as good as the last, but Twilight still thanked the shy Pegasus for the present. It was a year's worth of Owl food, just for Owlowicious, at the time, Twilight's new pet Owl. The two exchanged a shy, but cute little hug.

Rainbow's gift was a pendant, with Twilight's cutie mark engraved in it, even sparkling in the lights above. Twilight loved it, judging by the smile, one you always found not just pretty, but so so cute. She hugged her rainbow maned best friend, never taking that cute little grin off her adorkable face.

Rarity's gift was a beautiful dress, hoof-crafted herself. She explained that she wanted to do something that took effort at her own hooves than simple sewing technology. Twilight thanked her for the effort she put into it, even apologizing for making her do that. The marshmallow colored pony said that it was no problem. The two exchanged hugs and cheek rubs.

Applejack's gift was simple. She said she couldn't think of what to get her for her birthday, and was truly sorry, hoping that this would make up for it. The gift was a stetson, similar to Applejack's own. But the hat was colored to be velvet, the same color as Twilight's own fur. Her cutie mark was engraved on both sides of the hat, and on the inside were the initials TS. Applejack apologized a second time for it not being the best gift she had been given.

The orange pony was greeted with a warming hug, as well as a remark by the Unicorn, saying she loved it, thanking her for it. Proving it, she even put the hat on, never taking it off, even after the party ended.

Then came your gift.

Twilight could already tell that it was a book, judging by its shape. You could see her quite excited to open it, as she was opening this one faster than the previous ones, not to mention the massive grin on her face. Even Rainbow was laughing quietly at her excitement, even whispering, "Egghead," only for Applejack to elbow her immediately after. Rainbow stopped making witty remarks for a little while.

Twilight, expecting it to be a book, literally dropped her jaw at the site of what she had in her very own hooves.

"I...Is...this..."

You nod as she stares at you, then back to the book, or rather, journal.

Held within her very hooves was Starswirl The Bearded's journal itself. While you necessarily didn't find it yourself, you happened to know a few friends who have a habit of digging through cave systems and dirt. They found the book and hoofed it to you, suggesting giving it to Twilight instead of a museum. Keeping that in mind, you saved the book for just this moment.

You swore you saw Twilight tearing up. She started rapidly looking through the book, seeing if it was nothing but a joke. But it wasn't. The pages were done in his hoofwriting, from the first entry at age 11 to his last entry at age 97. Sure, a couple of pages had been missing, but Twilight looked like she cared not in the least.

Before you could say anything, you were tackled to the ground by the Unicorn, hugged almost to Pinkie Pie strength, constantly having the words "Thank You" being said in your ears again and again. You didn't mind it though. You felt it was a good reaction to a good gift.

Then came the kiss.

But it wasn't a kiss on the lips, unfortunately. It was just a long, wet, adorable kiss on your left cheek, Twilight making a high pitched moan while doing so. The kiss ended with a big "Mwah!"

Knowing what she did, Twilight blushed and apologized. You paid it no mind, saying it was a nice reward for your gift. She thanked you one last time as she got off you and stood up, helping you off the floor, everyone just staring at both of you, Rainbow snickering, as usual. Twilight's parents stared at her with smiles on her faces, in a "that's cute" kind of way.

Regaining yourselves out of the sheer blushes on your faces, you continued the party as if nothing happened.

Thinking of it now, that's probably what strengthened how you felt for her. That one moment, that one kiss, just made you want to have her. But rather than have her, you shied yourself away from her, constantly delaying your moment, even raising the risk of losing her to someone else. And now, you stand here, hoping you aren't too late.

But hey, if you are, it was worth a shot, right?

Continuing to look for Twilight, you head for the stairs of the main room and begin to climb upward. Upon reaching the second floor, you immediately groan at the sight before you.

Another hallway. Great, you think and sigh. Hallways were always such a bother. Period. But you had to brave through it if you wanted to find Twilight. If she's here, that is.

Rather than going in a complete order, you decide to choose the first door to your right. Opening it, you found it to be the bathroom for the second floor. You had only been to the second floor once, and you never could remember if there was ever a bathroom up here the last time. Maybe it had been recently put in? That, or it's been here the whole time and you just have a poor memory?

In the middle of pondering at the pointless thought, a noise suddenly caught your attention. At first, you were assuming it was the dripping of water from the sink, so you shrugged it off. But as you were ready to leave, a sound almost similar to it sank into your ears, sounding muffled.

There it is again, you think with curiosity. The heck is that?

Allowing the curious part of you to come to life, you decide to inspect the noise. You look to the sink. No water drips out, plus the sound didn't even resemble the sound of water drops, so that's out of the question. Allowing the possibility of it being some kind of animal roaming about, you check on the floor, in the drawers below the sink, and even behind the toilet.

Nope, not an animal.

As you continue to search, the sound occurs again, but much longer than previously and more audible, but still muffled. It sounded as if it was near where the bathtub was. Walking over to the tub, you pull the curtains aside, revealing an empty, dry bathtub. Of course, you think.

Stepping into the bathtub, you begin to lean towards the wall, putting your ear up against it. You're assuming the sound is coming from the wall, or rather, inside of them.

At first, you're assuming it's a rat, burrowing its way into the walls, or the structure of the house creaking, or even-

"Oooohhhhh~..."

...

...Twilight?

"A...Aaaaahhhh~..."

For the first few seconds, you sit there, a blank look on your face, your ear up to the wall, confused and slightly concerned.

Then, the idiot you are, it suddenly hits you.

Twilight was masturbating.

...

You were listening to Twilight masturbating.

Your original reaction was to move away from the wall, slowly walk out, back downstairs, and act as if you just entered.

...But instead, you wanted to listen further, assuming you were mistaken. You ponder at the sounds she was making. Maybe it wasn't her masturbating. Maybe it was just her moaning in her sleep, or stretching while making some random noises, maybe even-

"Oooohhh...ss-sssoo g-goood~..."

You disregard any present or future thoughts.

She's definitely masturbating, alright.

But then another thought hits you...

What if she isn't masturbating? What if she's...

...having sex?

For the first few moments, you begin to worry. What if you were too late? What if someone got to her first? The thought of losing her to another was, while not suicidally depressing, it was very heartbreaking to think of. You were head over hooves for Twilight for almost three years. You likely wouldn't take it if everything you did was to be thwarted by some random stallion.

Deciding to continue listening, you closely observe the noises. Every word she says, every movement...every squelch.

Sure, just thinking about that made you sound like an overly-obsessive creep, but you wanted to really be sure without disturbing her-or their-peace.

But as you listen, the sounds stop. Twilight begins to sigh, panting and taking in air. But you hear no other panting sounds as if they were from someone else, and clearly, if a stallion was there, he would've been catching breath. No one is an exception.

You hear Twilight's breathing calm slowly over a minute's time, then hearing gulping, as if she's taking a drink of water. She gulps for a few seconds before putting the glass down, hearing the thud of a glass cup on a table.

"O...Okay," she begins, still sounding exhausted. "...Here we go."

For a second, it was silent, despite her breathing.

Then you hear the sound of an aura forming; a magic aura that only a unicorn could do.

You recognize the sound of the aura as hers, noting that every Unicorn contained a distinct sound for an aura, as strange as it sounds.

Recognizing the sound of her own, you let out a sigh of relief.

She's definitely masturbating.

Still noting that you sound and act like an overly obsessive creep, you want to leave and maybe head downstairs, so once she does come down, you could pretend you just entered. But as you wanted to pull away from the bathroom wall, you only found yourself pulling yourself back against it, your ear still propped up and listening to whatever action was going on.

You wanted to leave.

But your body wouldn't let you.

So you continued to listen and audibly observe.

You listen as the sound of Twilight's aura fills your eardrum. And merely seconds later, you hear the sound of a long, dragged out squelching noise, as if Twilight was inserting something into her...her...nether region. You're thinking the possibility of a sex toy, but you never would think that Twilight would buy anything like that, especially with Spike around. Then again, she does have several hiding spots for it.

For a few seconds, Twilight's breathing steadies, her saying to herself, "Alright..." before seeming to re-position herself.

Then you hear the sound of buzzing, and Twilight's gasp of breath, along with several moans and heavy breaths, ringing in your ears.

That's a sex toy, alright.

Keeping your ear positioned to the wall, you listen as Twilight continues to pleasure herself, using her magic to push the phallic object in and out of her, the sounds of squelching only going faster, signaling the increase of penetration.

Ignoring the scientific thinking for a moment, you notice your wings are stiff as can be, almost nearly pulsating. Hearing Twilight masturbating not too far from you, while slightly creepy, is really turning you on.

You hear Twilight moving about on the bed, as if being pounded from behind. The thought of you kneeling behind her as you pound her repeatedly on the bed, making her scream with pleasure and staining the sheets with not a care in the world, filled your mind. Noticing that you were already beginning to become stiff, you try to block out the thoughts. But your perverted mind is more powerful than your normal mind; your attempt at blocking out the thoughts fail, your shaft continuing to grow to full hardness and length. Not wanting to make the situation worse, you don't touch it and continue listening to Twilight.

A part of you is already feeling ashamed; here you are, in Twilight's bathroom, standing in her bathtub, putting your ear up to HER wall, and listening to HER masturbate not more than 20 hooves from you.

You hate yourself.

But at the same time, you cannot stop listening.

Then again, who would?

Suddenly, you hear Twilight gasping much more loudly than before, the sounds of the sex toy increasing speed, her moans becoming faster and more erratic. She's burying her face into her pillow, you can tell. At first, the only thing she moans is "yes, yes," or "more." Her moans slowly turn into muffled screams of pleasure, uncontrollable screams of absolute ecstasy. The occasional sayings of masturbation, or even sex.

And then you hear whisper something that caught your ears quicker than anything before. For the first few seconds, you disregarded it, shrugging it off as your mind playing games with you, messing with you and pushing you into a false reality.

But then she moans it again. And again. And again. Over and over, before mixing the words, "I love you," but slurred and shaky, and continuing to say it, burying the word into her pillow.

And then you think.

That's...

That's MY name...

You were shocked beyond comprehension. Even your stiff shaft began to soften.

She was saying your name.

...

She was thinking of you...while masturbating.

...

Twilight Sparkle, a girl you loved for 3 years, who you assumed didn't love you back yet, was masturbating TO YOU.

You were completely stunned. You didn't know what to think, what to say, what to do.

The first things, of course, that you did were let your ears down normally-not knowing they were perked up-and let out your breath-not knowing you were holding it, but you let it out slowly and quietly, being careful not to make too much unneeded noise. You tried to calm your movements, just now noticing the slight shaking of your hooves.

But as you did this, Twilight made another noise behind the bathroom wall, perking your ear up against it to listen in.

Her breathing is much more erratic and faster. She's nearly screaming now. The sex toy being pushed in and pulled out several times over and a second increased the speed it went. Twilight began to say words-no matter how incoherent or blurred they would sound. She announced her impending climax to what she called you. You listened further. She moans for "you" to finish within her womb, to "fill my bowl with baby batter."

You nearly laughed at how cheesy it sounded, but you listened further.

She announces her immediate climax, burying her face once more into the pillow. She lets out loud, muffled moans and screams into her headrest, while she assumingly begins to climax. As she has her orgasm, you listen as her aura ceases, you hear a fast thumping noise on the bed, possibly from one of her legs twitching rapidly. She breaths long and hard as she pulls her face away from the pillow, moaning your name slightly and moaning again.

This goes on for almost a full minute. By the time nearly 60 seconds pass, the only thing you hear is Twilight's heavy breathing in and out, as well as faint moans.

As the seconds ticked on, her heavy breathing and moans begin to slowly quiet down, calmer and calmer, until after another minute, they're slow, gentle, and relaxed breaths. Her moans were cracked and tired sounding, implying that the high of her orgasm tuckered her out. You then began to hear her grunt, as if she was struggling. The immediate sounds of the creaking bed possibly implied that she was either trying to get out of bed or was simply trying to get in a proper and relaxed position.

You quickly picked the former and gently hopped out of the bathtub, immediately deciding to get out of there before you were caught.

But you didn't want to leave. Twilight's bed isn't quite far from the door, meaning if you tried to head downstairs, you'd be seen before you even reached the stairs.

But then you think about a plan, but quickly.

I could pretend I was walking to her bedroom, as if searching for her, you first think. It's better than trying to run and be embarrassed.

The plan seems cheesy, stupid even, but it's better than nothing.

Slowly, you walk towards the door, gently tip-hoofing it, trying to make as little noise as possible. Upon reaching the door, you gently twist the knob, but rather than slowly push it open, you quickly do it to avoid any creaking noises from happening. With fate on your side, the door didn't creak, and the floorboards made no peep.

Quickly, you tip-hoofed through the doorway, closing the door behind you, making sure it didn't click. Success, you think.

Now to mimic stairs.

Gently, you begin to pat your hooves onto the floorboards beneath you, mimicking the sounds of a pony climbing up the stairs, slowly getting louder to mimic them getting closer, before patting them down normally as if you were on the floor.

As you do this, you hear Twilight call out to the noise.

"Hello? Who's there?"

Almost immediately, you reply back.

"Twilight? Where are you?"

As you ask this, she says your name and stutters for a moment to get a good reply out to you.

"I-I'm in the bedroom. Just c-cleaning it up! One second!"

She giggles nervously for a moment, and you begin to hear things shuffling about, possibly her mimicking the sounds of cleaning up. You hear the muffled noise of an object falling to the ground, vibrating on the wooden floor-you knew what it was.

You felt bad about making her having to move things around to make an excuse. Then again, she probably wasn't moving anything, just making random noises. Still.

You continue to walk towards the door before you finally stop directly in front of it. The door is a different color from the rest, a shade of purple with pinkish coloring along the edges of the door. The knob is shaped like Twilight's cutie mark, a star with six points.

Slowly, you reach a hoof out, reaching for the knob, ready to open the door.

But as you do so, the door seems to come to you instead.

The next thing you know, you're lying down on the wooden floor, clutching your head, mostly your snout, engulfed with a heavy aching sensation. Your eyes are clutched tightly shut, but when you open them, you notice that you're a few feet away from where you were originally standing.

Was it really that hard? you think, still clutching your head.

You hear Twilight shout, "Ohmygosh!" in a really fast manner, before running towards you.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were standing there! I didn't mean to open it like that!"

"I'm alright, don't worry about it."

It was clear that was a lie.

"No, you're not! You got hit too hard! You're already bruising!"

Looking at your right hoof, which took a bit of injury from the scary door, you notice that it's already turning a slight shade of black and purple. You're actually staring at it in amazement, but at the same time, shock.

"Come on," Twilight adds, "I can check it out."

You're not the kind of pony to refuse treatment, especially when it's from the mare of your dreams. Holding your uninjured left hoof over Twilight's shoulder, you, along with Twilight, walk down the hallway, heading for the door leading to the bathroom. As the two of you walk towards it, the both of you notice that you are limping, however, you don't even remember the door hitting your leg at all, but looking down at your right leg, you can already see it looking bruised.

Finally, you two reach the bathroom, opening the door. As you enter, Twilight, using her magic, opens one of the cupboards and takes out a stool that you didn't happen to notice earlier. She sets it down and you carefully sit down on top of it, with her support, of course.

You wince a bit as your leg twitches in pain. As Twilight grabs her medical kit, you see the look of concern on her face as she begins to examine yours, careful not to cause much pain. The feeling of her hooves on your face felt nice and soft, but you wince slightly as she touches your nose; she quickly apologizes.

"It's okay," you tell her, "It's fine."

It was a bit of a lie, but you were assuring her that it was only a minor injury.

"No it's not," she reassures as she slowly observes, "Your nose is broken."

You throw that right out the window. However, you don't remember your face taking that much impact from the door, but the pain that happened every time she touched it even slightly proved you wrong. You believed her, regardless. She wouldn't be the smartest princess in Equestria if she wasn't telling the truth.

Once she finishes examining your nose, she begins to take a look at your bruised hoof. Luckily, she states that it isn't broken, but just slightly fractured, before moving onward to your right hind leg, gently holding it up with both hooves, illuminating it with her horn to get a closer look. As you look down to her, you notice her blushing slightly as she examines it, but you pay no mind to it.

Turning your head to the right, you find yourself looking into the mirror, and you get a good, real look at your face.

Your left eye is slightly black and blue, your right cheek had been bruised heavily, possibly from hitting the floor. Your nose is slightly turned to the right, showing how broken it really was. It didn't hurt for you when you inhaled, so that was good for you.

Looking again at your eyes, you notice your glasses are still intact, but the right lens is heavily cracked. You find yourself baffled at...well, yourself, seeing as how you're just now noticing them. You're surprised they didn't fly off your face. You're glad that they aren't damaged too bad. You could just fix them up when you get home.

It takes a couple more minutes before Twilight finishes her diagnosis on you. She concludes to you that you only have average injuries on your hoof and leg, but your nose is completely broken and dislocated.

But as she finishes her statement, she takes her time, slowly looking back to your face. Her eyes are wide and almost blank-looking, staring directly at you. At first, it creeps you out, but you disregard it.

Slowly, Twilight begins to hold out a hoof towards you, gently reaching towards your nose. She carefully touches your nose, trying to cause as little pain as possible. She keeps her hoof held there for only a few moments before she slowly begins to slide it towards your left cheek, caressing it.

As she does this, you look at her face, specifically her eyes. They look sad, filled with sadness and...regret.

Seconds pass, and her eyes begin to slowly tear up, like she's about to cry.

She says your name gently, sniffling before continuing, "I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to do it. I didn't know..."

You never think that Twilight would become this emotional over a simple accident. You couldn't imagine what she could be thinking in that head of hers right now.

She's acting like I nearly died from it.

...

You think for a second about what you just thought, and you ponder on it for a second before leaving it alone to die in the back of your mind. A sniffle from Twilight brings you back to reality, and you try to comfort her calmly in any way you could.

Holding your uninjured hoof up, you gently caress her own cheek, slowly reaching towards her tearing eyes. Calmly, you wipe the tears away from her face. You tell her, remark her, that it was okay, that it was simply an accident.

You remark that it was your fault you were standing there in the first place.

She thanks you for wiping the tears out of her eyes, giving you a careful, but warming hug. Carefully, you hug back, gently rubbing her back with your right hoof. She seems to get chills from it; you apologize, but she insists it's okay, remarking for you to keep doing it if you want. You continue to do so.

The two of you sit there, hugging each other somewhat awkwardly, but at the same time, lovingly.

As a minute passes, you notice that the silence is very noticeable, despite the sounds of the heater circulating throughout the structure around you. Trying to end the awkwardness, you ask a question, without even thinking.

"So...what were you doing in your room by yourself?"

Oh, good going, genius. You just did the exact opposite of what you were supposed to do.

Twilight, while not moving from her hug, begins to stutter slightly, trying to come up with an answer. You already regret even asking that question. And you should.

"I-I-I was just l-looking for...uh...n-new spells!"

Playing along, you ask, "What kind of spells?"

Twilight scratches her head, as if trying to remember [or come up with] what "spells" that she was looking for. The questionable and curious look on her face, with the way her ears twitched, made her look even more adorkable than she normally was.

'Adorkable' being a word you made up some time ago. You wonder if that's even a thing somewhere.

"H-Healing spells," she replies moments later. As you were about to add onto the subject, Twilight leaves the bathroom momentarily, giving you a few seconds to fully observe yourself in the mirror. You look about the bathroom after a couple seconds, really taking it in. It's very clean and tidy. While yours is pretty much the same, more or less, it's quite small, compared to this one. You could fit about thirty ponies in here if you wanted.

Not sure why you'd want to fit thirty ponies in here, but still.

Twenty seconds of silence and distant rummaging passes before Twilight returns once more, this time, with a book. The cover reads, "The Book of Spells That Time Forgot."

Being a bit of a bookworm yourself, you remember hearing about this book. Apparently, there are very few copies of it, and they're restricted to the public eye, only being available to the highest authority not just in Equestria, but the entire world. Only ponies such as Twilight or Celestia could gain access to it, the reason being because there are spells that have never been quite deemed safe, or so you've heard. You remember one story of a famous pony who used a spell which resulted in complete organ failure, when it was originally designed to "upgrade" the status of the pony body. An ironic spell, you think. It was only used once, and the spell was hidden from the world, in a book, lost for centuries, before being found during an expedition in 414 A.B., around 600 years back.

But enough about history. Back to the present.

Twilight opens the book, flipping from page to page incredibly fast, like she was speed-reading. As she did so, she spoke:

"I've been trying to find some old, ancient spells that could be used for medical aid. Like a spell that could cure dangerous diseases, maybe help the blind see, maybe-..."

She cuts herself off, mid sentence. At first, you want to ask what's wrong. But before you do, she turns her head towards you, but slowly. You watch her eyes; they begin to observe your body. Your hoof, your leg, but mostly, your face.

She finishes her sentence.

"...maybe even heal a broken nose."

You notice that she begins to stare at you, as if lost in a trance. As time persists, you think you see a blush begin to slowly form on her velvet cheeks. Ten seconds pass, and you clear your throat to knock her back into reality. She apologizes, giggling nervously, before continuing.

"And I...think...I found something."

She continues to look through the pages, finally landing upon page 451. Gently, you leaned over towards the book, being careful not to cause more harm to yourself. You would have expected Twilight to keep the book out of your view, but she didn't resist.

As you eyed the page that she pointed to, you began to read what was actually Equestrian language.

The Bone Remedy

Used during the times of Starswirl The Bearded in the 3rd and 4th Centuries, the Bone Remedy, as many called it, was used in the medical field, primarily during the times of war, to heal and seemingly repair the broken bones of warriors, even civilians, with no known fault whatsoever. The spell had been conceived by Redemius the Third in 13 B.B [Before Banishment [of Luna]], after he had suffered a severe spinal injury 20 years prior, at age 28.

Redemius had spent the next twenty years of his life since the accident trying to conjure a spell capable to repair a bone's structure. He was claimed to have broken the bones of dogs and cats, attempting the prototype spell on them to see the kinds of effects it would withhold. Every attempt resulted in the deaths of the animals.

After several failed attempts, Redemius eventually attempted the spell on himself, deeming it a success when his spine seemed to reconstruct itself, giving him the ability to walk again. He presented his new spell to the public by purposely breaking his arm and using the spell once more on himself, receiving applause from the crowd.

The spell was locked away from the public when ponies seemed to begin to suffer the same effects as animals when absorbed by the spell sometime around 530 A.B. Some claimed sabotage, others had claimed ponies had [d]evolved their effects to the spell. The spell was hidden away and blanked from the minds of the public, except those of high authority, in risk of others falling victim to the spell.

The writing below is the very writing created by Redemius himself. This spell has not been performed by a single life form since it was locked away in 531 A.B.

USE AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Observing the speech before you, you couldn't understand what it said at all.

At first, you were very skeptical about this spell being used on you. If ponies began to die from having the spell performed on them, you didn't want to be the first victim in nearly 500 years. Twilight noticed your slight nervousness, and quickly noted [nervous herself] to look at the second page. Not jumping to conclusions, you do what she says and look at the second page, apparently continuing on the spell's back-story, giving you relief as you read on.

The Bone Remedy [Cont.]

The spell had been locked away within the safety of an underground bunker in 531 A.B [After Banishment [of Luna]], protected by the Karn Sistership in an undisclosed location. Unfortunately, after the group had disbanded a decade later after 337 years in service to Equestria, the location of the bunker was lost for two centuries, un-grounded and discovered by Gallison Frey in 711 A.B.

Remembering what had occurred two hundred years ago, Gallison and few other Unicorns worked to alter the spell's effects to make it less dangerous to use. They were successful, and the spell was used once more. Unfortunately, within a century, the spell began to suffer a different effect. When performed, the performer would be drained of energy almost entirely. While not entirely fatal, few Unicorns have been known to have died from the severe energy exhaustion. The spell is still in use today, but is used very rarely to prevent future casualties.

You wanted to say something, but Twilight spoke up first.

"I wanted to find someone with injuries to see if it really worked, but well...I couldn't. But seeing as how I...you know..."

Twilight blushed from guilt, it clearly showing upon her face; she looked towards the book again.

"Maybe I...could-"

"No."

Your voice was clear and brute, the most it's ever been in your lifetime, and you said it right in Twilight's face. The pony was startled by your voice, her shaking slightly from it. After she heard what you said, she stopped for a moment, seeming to take in your response. Slowly, she looked towards you, as if you just slapped her across the face. Her blush was gone by now, and she had a look of confusion on her face.

"I'm...I'm sorry?"

You didn't hesitate to respond.

"I said no."

Twilight had look on her face that seemed to say, 'I don't believe it.'

"But...it's not going to hurt you or anything. Didn't you see what it said?"

"Yes."

However, you pointed towards the second paragraph.

"But did you read that?" you asked her, a look of concern on your face.

Twilight looked to where you pointed, seeming to read the sentence. Regardless of how much you loved her, sometimes you wanted to wanted to hoof-palm from the things she did or didn't do at times.

It took a few moments for Twilight to read the sentence. When she finished reading the sentence, she turned back towards you, however, you were quicker to speak.

"You don't need to do the spell. It's best to just let this heal on its own. I'm not going to let you hurt or even kill yourself just to mend a broken nose."

"But it's my fault your nose even broke in the first place. I don't want you to be hurt because of something stupid that I did."

Twilight, a blush once more on her cheeks and a slight tear in one eye, held your hooves in hers, making sure to gently hold your injured hoof. The feel of her hooves were warm and inviting, not to mention fluffy. Looking into her eyes, you see sadness, plea, and regret. You would never think that Twilight would be so dramatic over a simple accident.

Then again, she's usually over-dramatic.

"Please...just let me make it up to you. I promise I'll be fine."

You wanted to protest, reject. You really did. But at the same time, you didn't want to hurt Twilight any further and make her feel even more guilty than she does now, or make her stay up and worry about you.

Not to mention that it still hurts like Tartarus and that walking around would probably hurt like Tartarus, as well.

'Why didn't I think about that first?' you think.

Finally, after several moments of silence, along with Twilight's adorable silent plea into your eyes, you make your decision.

"Okay."