It was a crisp, cool morning in Washington D.C. and President of the United States Barack Obama had just woken from his slumber. He stretched his arms out and gave off a deep yawn. He felt a strange tinge of passion in his chest and upper thighs, something he had not experienced in the longest time. "Michelle, honey wake up." the president said, expecting some morning delight. "What is it?" she returned in an annoyed tone. "Want to get it on?" He replied. "I'm too tired, baby. Just go jerk off like every thursday." Barack left the room disappointed and looked for a place to relieve himself. His morning hardness was still going strong, stirring in his pants madly. He thought "I have to start work soon, I'll just use the trash bin in the oval office." On his walk across the hall there was a small clatter in the office and an annoyed voice."Oh, shoot." It was a soft, feminine voice. Young sounding as well. He covered his erection with a nearby painting of Richard Nixon and proceeded into the room, in case it was one of his daughters. He tread gently into the room, not knowing what to expect. He couldn't believe his eyes. On his desk, reading classified materials, was none other than a purple unicorn. He opened the door a little more to watch it's activity. The unicorn noticed him and gave a look of intrigued curiosity. "Who are you? My name is Twilight Sparkle" the mare stated, glaring happily and expecting an answer. "I am Barack Obama, 44th President of the United States, forgive me if I'm a little uneased right now." "It's ok, this is what I thought would happen." Twilight replied "nopony ever expects to see a student of Celestia in their town, I'm like eveyone else, I swear!" She seemed anxious. "It's nice to meet you, Ms.Sparkle" the president outstretched his hand in greeting towards the anxious mare. She put out her hoof and accepted the friendly gesture. In their handshake, the painting of Nixon that had once covered his erection was dropped and his member now exposed. "Damn!" He exclaimed in a gruff voice. As he made sure the painting was undamaged, Twilight caught a glimpse of his mysterious organ. "Sorry, about that, just moving that painting" he said as he approached her yet again. "What is that!" Twilight said like an excited young schoolgirl. Obama looked down and remembered the needy feeling in his groin. "Humans have horns, too?" The mare said with an excited curiosity about her. A devious plan unfolded in his mind to satisfy the urges his wife never could. "As a matter of fact, yes." He lied with a smile and explained how human horns can grant another user new forms of magic. "This is incredible! Can I use it please? I'm so enthralled in my magic studies and anything you can do to teach me more is always appreciated!" The unicorn ranted on and on, but Barack didn't care. He stared at the object of his desire. He would soon have that sweet, supple, and juicy purple starred ass. "It needs to be inserted into the pony that will recieve it's magic" he said with a aura of enthusiasm. "That sounds heavily unorthodox, but I'll do it to advance my magic studies." She bought it. "Turn around." he said with a satisfied smile. As she turned around, he proceeded to lock the door and pull down his pants, revealing his throbbing man flesh. "This will only take a few minutes, don't squirm too much." He started to work the head of his cock past Twilight's labia, which was noticed immediatly. Obama took a deep breath in and felt his blood pumping heavily thinking of how this pussy would be more destroyed than Yemen during his administration. He started to thrust, faster and faster until he was balls deep and the vein of his cock rubbed against the unicorn's clitoris. Twilight panted in delight, out of breath until she fell to the floor in orgasmic bliss. This wasn't the end though. His satisfaction was more important than anyone else's at the time. He brought his cock head to the entrance of her anus. "I'm going to wreck this ass more than the middle east." He thought to himself as he started to insert his throbbing member. He started slowly and then worked up the pace, putting more of his cock into her asshole with each thrust. He worked fast now, panting and working the tight, wet confines of her ass against him. The unicorn gasped with each insertion, feeling she was going to cum again. There was no stopping as he thrusted over and over, feeling his balls tighten. "Suck my horn, bitch!" Barack said in a husky voice to Twilight. She turned around and wrapped her lips around his member, humming and hollowing her cheeks to take more of him into her throat. A shiny purple aura enveloped his balls as the last inch was plunged into her waiting mouth. Obama orgasmed with the force of a drone strike as he unloaded his sticky white cum into the hot, wet, demanding chasm of her mouth. "What power do I get from this?" Twilight managed to puff out. "Determination" he replied. Twilight went home and revisited Obama every year hoping for new powers, but to no avail. He continued to use her as his fuck toy until the end of his second term. And never once regretted it.