Nice Pink Mother From Outer Space (MLP, Much Fetishes, can't tag 'em all)

Story by Scygnus

Decided to post this over here, see if anybody liked. Main futa stuff starts in chapter 2. Since I can't tag all the fetishes, I'll copypaste the list I put on fimfic here.

Fetishes will definitely include: Magical Aphrodisiacs, Doggy Dongs, Tentacles (including All-The-Way-Through) some Cumflation, Futa, Transformation, Anal (including some R63'd Gay Butt Stuff,) Not sure if timberwolves count as Bestiality with the eventual backstory but I'll mention it anyway. Or maybe I'll make Angel Bunny into a shrubbery. More to cum, added as the story progresses.

Excuse or note any errors, as this is copypasted from the version I copypasted into fimfic. Oh, and if you want to drop a like or a fave, the fimfic page is Here.

Part of Twilight's mind knew she was dreaming. Even the Canterlot Archives paled next to this Library; none like it existed in the known world, especially considering the size on the map. Not to mention the traps and waterfalls and overall abandoned-temple feel. The part of her mind that knew carefully kept it from the rest because dreaming about a library that could've come right out of a Daring Do book was the most awesome dream ever. So what if her dream self was a male hairless monkey-child, and his crew was a harem of mostly Rainbow Dash-like individuals? The dream turned to nightmare as she had to carefully coach the... less mentally agile... monkeylettes in a language test from a stone golem without actually giving them the answer. She felt like facehoofing when the hammer finally came down, shattering the-

Twilight sat bolt upright in bed, ears still ringing from the hammerblow of her dream mingling with the explosion in her room. Blinking and preparing a defensive spell, she looked around the room for assailants... And noticed the streamers bedecking her bed, confetti still drifting down to her blanket.

"PINKIE! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!?" Twilight yelled, continuing to search for the Pink-

"YES!" Pinkie leaned over from behind her... where there shouldn't have been room for anything past her headboard... and pressed their noses together, excited eyes locking on Twilight's befuddled frown, "It's time for the fruit to drop! You gotta come quick! Gotta get Rarity, bye!" Pinkie zipped out of the room in a pink blur, not unlike the brief period when she'd been Fili-second.

Twilight blinked.

"Oh!" Pinkie poked her head back in the room, "And it's five 'til noon! You needed to get up anyway sleepyhead!" And gone again.

Twilight blinked again. The Pink chose not to reappear in this universe... for now. Finally free to move again, her tired brain chugged sluggishly along, finally catching up to what Pinkie had said.

"THE FRUIT!" Twilight jumped out of bed, automagically running a comb through her mane to look at least a little presentable as she raced downstairs, "SPIKE!"

"The Princess awakens? Hark, what light through yonder window breaks! It is the sun! Surely it is not, or the Princess it would not be! Surely, one or the other must be mine mind playing tricks, but which?"

Twilight's glare could've leveled Canterhorn. With Shining Armor shielding it. Spike just smiled at her and turned to head to the kitchen, more than used to Twilight's reactions when awakened in a still sleep-deprived state. With a sigh - whether for the snark or how he'd butchered everything about his attempted reference, she couldn't decide - she followed him into the kitchen.

"Just grab some coffee and whatever we have to eat quickly, we may only have a few minutes to get to Fluttershy's."

"Fluttershy!?" Spike cried, "It's time!? Okay, gotta hurry, gotta hurry!" He turned left from the pantry door he'd been reaching for, putting a claw on the broom closet next to it and closing his eyes.

"Spike? What're you-" Twilight started to ask as he opened the door, only to cough when a hot, humid gust hit her right in the face.

"¿Tiene un bote de café?"

"Si señor. Dieciséis ponitas."

"¿Cuánto por siete tamales?"

"Veintiuno ponitas."

"Veintiocho bitos?"

"Gracias señor! Que tengas un buen día!"

"Gracias!"

Twilight stood there, eye twitching erratically, as Spike pulled a thermos and a paper bag out of... the broom closet... which was still gusting warm air... and then closed it, returning the blissful perfect coolness of her castle. Shaking her head rapidly and once again burying the memory of her castle displaying Discord/Pinkie-like tendencies to ignore logic, reason, and physics, Twilight took the thermos, the bag of tamales, six cups, a half-gallon of milk, the sugarpacket caddy, and Spike into her magic. With a noise like a hundred thousand people whispering 'wop,' they all disappeared from the room.

~~~

They reappeared in a flash, landing right on the picnic blanket set up perhaps ten yards from Fluttershy's... well, yard. Twilight carefully set down her breakfast and Spike,

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