Bite! Chew! Bleed!

by TimeRarity64

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro
Length: 1244

Anon tells you of the explicit stories of his relationship with Twilight and how they spiral out of the control from love into a more...lustful situation.

'She is ten miles ahead of you; so bite, chew, and sink your teeth further into the skin so she can feel you!'

This story is...dark, but has no death. -smiles- It will contain M/M clop (soon), Pegging (soon), Bukkake (Soon), crossdressing (Soon), and explicit content described through Anonymous' point of view. If you are under 16 or younger, please do not read. If you do read, I warn you.

Enjoy the messy clop between Anonymous (might be you if I feel like doing 2nd person on another chapter) and your wife who's a nymphomaniac, Twilight Sparkle (Alicorn by the way.). More characters will pop up when a chapter is uploaded.

Edited by Mr.SelfDestruct, y'all can find him somewhere in my followers or following thing.

My Little Pony is own by Hasbro Inc. This is a work of fiction that does not get any profit. Lawsuits aside, I'm safe to say enjoy. By the way, I do not own that cover. Click the source to find the owner.

Published 2014-01-31 02:30:12 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-31 02:30:12 UTC

Happiness In Her Slavery

The body’s warm, tender and smooth, and soothing to touch—her body that is. Her lips are soft, and gentle too. Each time they touch my skin, I feel a euphoric wave of pleasure rush through my body. Oh, when it touches me, I am in heaven. When I am inside her, I feel like a king in heaven, but sometimes I become frightened that I might turn into some Jesus Christ on ecstasy. But she keeps me chained; bounding me from that ever happening. She teaches me tricks. She also tells me how much she loves me in her own kind of way as I express back in mine. Her way is through moans, mine is by granting them.

I’ve fallen to her eliciting words, alluring body, and her wonderful intelligence. If I had the right to say, I envy the sun goddess for tutoring her. She knows her more than I do. If the gods had been plotting this, I’d be in disbelief, but rather amazed and grateful. She was a beautiful partner, lover, and princess. I’d let her do anything to me.

She asked me if I’d let her kill me and feed upon my heart and I answered, “Yes,” with all pure honesty. That was what made her know I was hers. We were partners; we were lovers; we were sinners that devil made his own porn films surrounding our…sexual desires: these desires were expressed in many ways founded to be strong, bloody, and…erotic. We never went far with the…blood part…I mean…we never really hurt each other where bone or flesh was revealing. We were careful.

These types of things are kept private from public. Trust me, who would want to find out our…needs for each other. Most of our games contained or included chains, pins, nails that were nine inches long, and the special leather salt implanted whip. The salt was her idea since she really liked whips. It was ecstasy when we used that whip on one another. Oh the beautiful melodious moans that stirred in this mellifluous twilight. We were glad the walls were sound proof.

We’ve experimented with many things in our private game. Most of them included spells. She cast certain types of spells that had us basking in the afterglow for only a few minutes before going at it again until the third day struck. She was good in enhancement spells, too. Our skin burn with pleasure as our bodies asked for more of one another. Pain from her was a beautiful reminder that can’t be equated to anypony anyway or how FANTASTIC it is.

We were, at times, risk takers. We sometimes purposely did it in public. While waiting for her friend, Pinkie Pie to return with our tray of cupcakes, I pleased her under the table before she returned the favor. The thrill of not getting caught in the middle of our act was so orgasmic. As time passed by, this happened only a few days ago, we fucked out in the open and luckily, maybe, we were not caught by any passing pony. To give you some detail, we were in the park sitting on a bench together.

Her tight muscles within her sacred depths squeezed my throbbing member that continued to pound further and further into her core. We were never tired. We were in the divinity of sex. Of course she was careful the most. She used pregnancy spells, preventing impregnation. Her moans were so musical. I’m sure I explained that, but squeezing her nice plump breasts, and feeling her ample ass clap down onto my lap, it was as if I was listening to a musical added with a sensational feeling that brought me closer to god: truly, we fucked like animals just as our instincts programmed us to do so.

To be honest, sometimes I felt like Twilight wanted somepony to find us. Mostly Celestia when we were busy drenching each other in our own bodily fluids. Oh, it made her wet and hornier than I could imagine. The look on her mentor’s face would have been quite pleasing to look at. I do wonder what she would do…perhaps join us in this sinful act? Oh, it would be so pleasing if that was to happen.

However, somepony did found us, and it was the mayor of Ponyville. Instead of reporting us to the authorities for we did not stop—I just could not stop pumping my seed into Twilight’s tight body—she decided to clop off to the scene before us. Twilight’s wings were sensitive and the mayor muttered out words saying, “Pull them,” or, “wet them with that damn spunk, you stud.” They sounded more like demands through her panting breath. Surprisingly, I began wondering for a while on how an old mare like her had such a body belonging to an adult. Perhaps, she was a milf. I honestly did not know or wanted to go into detail with it since I was distracted by Twilight’s tight body.

I obeyed without question, but keeping my loyalty to Twilight. On the verge of releasing my eighth spout of cum, I pulled out and pumped my wet cock, stroking harder and fast until I released torrents of seed that came out like ropes onto my partner’s wings that displayed full and wide. Her expression was simply describing more to be given. She wanted more, but before I obeyed her, we had to depart from the garden and take our mess…back to the hidden part of the library where most of our private activities were held at. The mayor followed, making sure we did not try to pull a fast one on her, even though Twilgiht and I wanted to test out something new.

It was then, on that day, we allowed the Mayor to watch and participate in this. She was experienced with our types of work. Though she was good at our works, her body provided tightness and flexibility that was all too pleasure and not so painful, she was not my mistress. Twilight was. I did not say it aloud or reveal it that it might be noticed by anypony but Twilight, but I was yearning for her.

Whenever I did have a chance to go be her pleasuring device, I pumped my cock harder into her tight depths. Sinking into the Elysium she created for me to explore. Sometimes, the mayor would regain her energy for another round and pleasures her as I continued to thrust continuously into her. It was no ritual. We changed positions and kept our pace different to the point we either went slow or fast, hard or gentle, and sometimes both. Sometimes, when I was about to cum, I pull out for the mayor’s desires and spread my seed onto my lover’s body and watch it dirty the face of the old, attractive possible-milf before me. How could any of us be sore or tired if Twilight’s spells granted us immense pleasure and enhanced our chances in continuing this sexual act? Well, that answer may be discovered if somepony decipher our code that may take even epochs or eternity to solve.

Our game…was not over. More will be told…some other day.

Sweet, sloppy, wet dreams.

-To Be Continued?-

Author's Note

Love it, hate it, fuck to it, jerk off to it, I don't care. Either way, thank you for reading. -waves and blows kisses-