Tags: TSxTSxTS, selfcest, time travel, futa, rapeplay, spitroasting, sloppy seconds

Twilight didn’t have anything to do.

This was a highly unusual situation for her, considering how rigorously she scheduled her own life, but the chaos of the last week, caused by her own time-traveling, had thrown everything out of whack. Her attempt to redo her already redone schedule for the month was rushed, and highly suboptimal. For example, right now, she was scheduled to take a break from work, research, and even scheduling (according to a footnote written in red by Spike) and spend time with her friends, but she knew for a fact that all of her friends were currently busy, out of town, or too far to visit in the rainy weather, leaving her to do… what?

She paced around her own bedroom, rereading her schedule again. Well, she could catch up on some light reading; it’d been a while since she’d been able to sit down with a good novel. Maybe stroll down the market, meet some new people? No, wait, the rain was still a thing. She hoped Spike had made it to Rarity’s before it started.

She stared out the window at the downpour for a while. Actually, she was kind of horny. Since the chaos of the disaster-proofing week and the busy aftermath, she had few opportunities to fuck her friends, and her arrangement with Spike couldn’t fully scratch her itch; not that playing by herself was fully satisfying either, but it was better than nothing.

With that thought, she set her schedule down, fell into her bed, lifted her skirt, and set to work on herself through her panties. As she stroked along the dampening fabric, her mind browsed through fantasies like outfits in a closet. What if Rarity was returning all the help Spike had offered her with her own “help”? She could imagine Rarity giving him a teasing strip show, then her surprise on seeing his unique anatomy. Or better, Twilight could blindfold and tie her up, and let Spike surprise her like that.

She shifted her panties aside, and her free hand reached under her shirt. Who else could she share Spike with? Ooh, Princess Celestia! Spike would be dwarfed, and loving it! And spice up the pseudo-incest with actual incest by throwing in Princess Luna! She giggled out loud at the thought of Spike being happily smothered in their combined cleavage.

Speaking of sisters, the girls at the spa, Aloe and Lotus, were enticing. The two always wore form-fitting uniforms that left little to the imagination, and they were always a bit touchy-feely with each other. She pictured them arms clasped, chest-to-chest, cheek-to-cheek, shooting her seductive smiles. Come to think of it, they were trained in Canterlot, weren’t they? Maybe they would be willing to provide happy endings…

“Twilight!”

Twilight jumped, her hands springing away from her body. She had not been expecting to be interrupted. “What? Who…?” She rose on her elbows and then stared at the fading light. Standing in front of her was Twilight Sparkle, hunched slightly, panting, covered again in a torn catsuit, a bandage, and disheveled hair, but without an eyepatch or scratch.

Twilight Sparkle blinked. She hadn’t even noticed the time travel spell go off over the rain and her own imagination. “Not again!” she cried. “What is it this time?”

“No time to explain!” The future her shouted, stomping forward. Twilight did not expect her future self to reach over, grab her shirt, and rip it open, sending buttons flying everywhere.

“Wha— AHH!” she got out before Futurelight roughly shoved her bra up, bent over, and began fiercely sucking on a nipple. Twilight, overwhelmed by confusion, fell flat on her back and did nothing to resist even as she felt another hand shove aside her panties. And then she felt a very male intrusion shoving against her folds.

“Wait!” she cried out, finally making an effort to shove the other girl away. “I’m not wet enough!”

“Don’t care!” her double shot back, using both hands to restrain her. “Fifty-one out of sixty seconds left!” Then she thrust herself in.

Even as Twilight gasped in both pleasure and pain at the thick cock being rammed into her, her mind was racing. Sixty seconds? She was going to travel back in time and use those sixty seconds to rape her past self?

Futurelight took a deep breath, then started slamming roughly into her, driving out pained screams. Against all of Twilight’s better judgement, she was excited. She was excited to be held down and raped by her own future self, and she was excited at the prospect of eventually holding down and raping her own past self. Her pussy was already gushing, making Futurelight’s passage easier, but that was ruining the fantasy. Twilight fought to hide a grin. She knew what she had to do.

She began thrashing, fighting her double’s grip on her arms. “No! Stop!” she cried, turning her head away. “Let me go! I don’t want this!”

The future Twilight just growled. “Shut up, slut,” Her hands shifted, grabbing on to both of present Twilight’s wrists in one hand, and using the other to force her head back up, so they were looking each other in the eye. “How dare you tell me what I can,” she made a deep thrust, driving out a gasp, “or can’t do with my own pussy.”

Twilight whimpered as her double’s fingers clenched over her face. “Why? How could you do this to yourself?”

Futurelight grinned nastily. “Because you’re too adorable to not fuck.” She suddenly dove down, mashing their lips together. Twilight squeaked in shock, her cries muffled by her own mouth. The hand gripping her face let go, slid down to her exposed breasts, and began squeezing them roughly.

Twilight kept struggling against her captor’s grip, screaming into her mouth, and loving it. She loved the hard, merciless cock slamming deep into her, she loved the fingers yanking at her breasts and nipples, she loved the tongue dominating her mouth, and on top of all that, she loved knowing that she would soon be on the other side of it.

Far too soon, her double broke their kiss, looking up at the other side of the bed. “Here comes a better use for your mouth, slut,” she said, not slowing down her pounding in the least. Twilight followed her gaze, and saw another Twilight, this one wearing the same clothes and hair, but her catsuit was even worse off, clearly exposing her breasts and a thick, cum-covered cock.

Twice! She was going to rape herself twice! Twilight fought to disguise her delight as horror, watching as Futurelight-Two sprang onto the bed and crawled over, her dripping cock swinging wildly. “No!” she remembered to scream. “No more! Please!”

“I said a better use!” Futurelight-One snarled, using both hands to hold her mouth open. Twilight flailed her now released hands, but they were quickly snatched up by the third Twilight, who then shoved her cock down her open throat. She moaned at the intimately familiar tastes, recognizing her own pussy juices on top of her own illusory cum.

“So, how’s our cunt?” Two asked, starting to properly fuck Twilight’s throat as she wrestled her arms.

“Very tight. Wet too. The slut’s actually enjoying it!” One laughed, folding her legs and pushing her torso up so she was eye-level with Two. “How’s our mouth?”

“Delightful. She definitely knows how to suck a cock.” By now, Twilight had given up her resistance. Two let go of her limp arms, which then reached around to grasp Two’s ass. “Hah! Can you believe this slut actually fought it?”

“What a stupid bitch.” One sneered. “Come on, fuck her harder, like the dumb slut deserves!” Their pace increased, and Twilight moaned louder around the dick thrusting into her throat. She noticed her two future selves embrace each other above her and kiss furiously, but focused her efforts on pulling Two’s hips, encouraging her throatfuck her past self harder.

Twilight was in heaven, getting spitroasted by her own merciless cock as her rapists made out above her. Unfortunately, they had a time limit. No sooner did Twilight wonder how many seconds were left than did One suddenly pull away. “Damn it, need to cum!” she cried, her pounding turning frantic. Twilight desperately tried to clench her vaginal walls around the cock to help, but it didn’t seem have an effect. Suddenly, Two reached over, tore One’s catsuit so her breasts bounced out, and then began to grope at them furiously.

One finally curled her back and cried as she came, hilting herself in Twilight’s pussy and flooding it. She backed out an inch, then slammed back in, shooting another thick load inside. She repeated this one more time, and began to shine. Twilight felt one last spurt enter her before One disappeared in a flash.

The moment One’s time ran out, Two tore her now cleaner cock free from Twilight’s throat, leaving her to gasp. Two quickly crawled around to her legs, wasting no time in flipping her skirt back up and penetrating her gaping pussy before One’s cum could even leak out on its own. “Thirty-two seconds,” she growled, pounding her all over again. Twilight groaned weakly, curling her legs and arms around Two.

Two then suddenly yanked her back, leaving Twilight’s ass hanging off the edge of the bed. She resuming her harsh pounding, but used her new position to clamp her lips over Twilight’s left breast while using her fingers to pinch the other. Twilight squealed, grasping even more tightly at her double.

They continued in furious silence, Two occasionally swapping breasts, and Twilight gasping whenever she bit down, until finally, Two’s pace slowed down, making each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Twilight, feeling her own climax rapidly approaching as well, yanked her double’s body up. Two collapsed onto her, their lips mashing together just in time for them to cum.

Their crotches mashed together, Two driving herself deep inside Twilight’s already messy tunnel and pumping it full of even more cum. This time, she stayed hilted, letting her cock pour into her past self’s pussy.

Finally, they broke their kiss. “That was amazing,” Twilight gasped even as Two pulled out, unstopping a torrent of cum from her gaping pussy.

“We have the best ideas,” Two said, crawling back up her body and shoving her again messy cock into her face. Her body was starting to shimmer. Twilight clamped her lips around the organ as far as she could one last time, sucking her own mess off herself before Two vanished in another flash.

Finally, Twilight collapsed, cum dripping from both ends. The world span around her as she took in the last minute-and-a-half. A while later, she slowly rose on her elbows, licking her lips, and pulling up her skirt to look at the mess of cum still spilling from her stuffed pussy.

She couldn’t wait to get on the other ends of that. She would have to find that old catsuit, redo her hair, get herself a cock, then spend some time working herself up to the point that she would come in a minute of penetration. Twilight had a lot to do.

Author's Note

I can't believe how quickly I shoved this out.

Next up, Twilight orders herself, Rarity, and Fluttershy a happy ending.