Brevity

by cxzyzx

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Sex, Human, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Original Character
Length: 1114

Normally, the white man is credited with bringing the horse to the New World. As it turns out, when he arrived, there were already some ponies there. A tiny cloppy one-shot.

Normally, the white man is credited with bringing the horse to the New World. As it turns out, when he arrived, there were already some ponies there.
A tiny cloppy one-shot.

Published 2013-05-11 17:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-11 17:50:02 UTC

Chapter 1

I ruffle the fur of her flank through my fingers and admire the purple rump as it sways before me. I plant a kiss on her puckered upper hole and savor the light taste on my lips. Twilight Sparkle moans at my touch and her lower parts wink in expectation at contact.

The world is large and full of many things, many creatures of different statures. The discovery of a new land across the ocean was a wonderful thing, and brought humanity into contact with a new sort of creature. They call their land Equestria, those delectable little ponies who occupy it. Our two species hit it off from the start and despite some initial confusions, trade grew between us. Soon enough some of us raised permanent settlements in Equestria and developed relationships with the locals.

Her tail brushes against my chest and she peers back at me with those beautiful eyes. I continue to rub her haunch, loosening the muscles where my hands encounter them. Twilight smiles and silently lips me a tempting offer. I am standing behind her and now my abdomen is pressed against her flank and we're swaying together as I massage her legs, admiring the proportions of her body. She presses her butt into my crotch and I feel the crack of her cheeks nestle around my cock, which springs up instantly, hard, into the perfect contour of her ass.

The lust is rising in us both and one can smell a certain odor start to take over the room, or perhaps our noses become more attuned to an important scent for the ritual we are about to perform. She turns towards me and I sigh at the loss of pressure between us, but she pushes me to the floor and onto my back with a delicate hoof-touch. She expertly undoes the laces of my pants with her teeth, which she's had plenty of practice doing, and slides the garments down lower, letting my member spring up, pillarlike.

Since Humanity's arrival, Equestrian culture has been purported to have drastically changed. While the majority of the population is perfectly happy with the new state of affairs, several vocal minorities have expressed a ferocity of distaste towards the extravagant relationships that spring up between the ponies and humans who choose to have them. Even Celestia is rumored to be courting three men and a woman, having such an appetite as can barely be savored by that many lovers.

Twilight's mouth cups my balls and she sucks on them sloppily, knowing that both of us are joyous at the sound. Her tongue snakes around the base of my shaft and I intake my breath sharply as it slides down again, and pokes ME in a certain hole. I sense her smile into my ass because the roles seem to have reversed, where she's happily occupying a position that I normally claim. She keeps alternating—shaft, balls, hole, balls, shaft, tip—until she chooses to go down  all the way instead of playing her tongue around the area. I grunt as I release in her throat and she slides up my body to plant a kiss on my mouth full of my own bodily fluids.

...It's rare that Humans establish domain and influence in an area peacefully as we have here. Ordinarily there is  a certain roughness that comes with pioneers, a will to power that must be used to dominate a new territory into  submission and service to humanity. I suppose that encountering a wealthy race full of this much free love and lust does wonders for inter-species relations...

As she's kissing me on the mouth, her lower lips grind against the base of my stomach. My manhood rolls between her cheeks once again, only bare this time instead of covered by garments. The soft fur of her belly rubbing against my skin is a sensation that most men would kill for, if they knew what it felt like. I take one of her hooves and start sucking on it as we continue to slide against each other and she giggles at the gesture. We are too content like this to go any further, for awhile. Then she leans into the kiss and re-positions her butt, so her slit is atop the head of my member, ready to be split apart. She adds her tongue to my mouth and sinks down slowly, her pink flesh stretching against my erect penis. Her fluid lubricates the contact so she's gliding up and down, doing all the work with her lower back, but the tightness of her lovetunnel is almost too much to bear. It is too much for her, apparently, and she gushes clear juices across my body as she shudders with orgasm.

One time I heard an esteemed man back home say that sacred energy was released upon climax, something that, if properly harnessed with science, would be able to power lighting in every human house, without needing to burn wood or oil. He called it Orgone, and I called him crazy. That was before I had any relations with equines, though. Feeling how I do now, I bet the energy release is tenfold with them, as opposed to ordinary human-on-human.

I stand up and present my sticky cock to her face, press it against her muzzle. She opens up and sucks noisily, happily cleaning up the mess she made across my body. I place my hands in her mane and pull her forward so that with my help, she's deepthroating my entire shaft. She tries to pull back but I hold her where she is for an extra second prior to letting go. I come as she slides off me with a splutter, and watch as she promptly slurps of the mixture of her saliva and both of our ejaculate.

Now I drop to my knees and she turns her flank towards my face. I attack her pink folds with the vigor of an adolescent, savoring every moment that my tongue chances to invade her private parts. I flick upwards out of her flower and start rimming her anus.

This is Twilight's favorite part of our relations, for she's never met anyone lusty enough to do such a thing to her. Adorable. The first time I suggested it, I remember what she said, "Are you sure you want to do that? It might smell funny..."

To think that I, the explorer John Smith, had nightmares of encountering some savage race of humans who, through their opposite nature to ours, would warrant total war and destruction. Dreams will be dreams; nightmares will be nightmares. I prefer endless amounts of pony-sex to contemplating the might-have-beens anyways.