Sick Day
Ponyville, Town Edge
10:13 P.M.
The cool, late autumn air whipped over the calm, dark land. On this night, two young unicorns lay upon an open hilltop, as tonight was no ordinary night. Yes, it was time once again for Equestria to witness one of its several famous meteor showers. Equestria had seen many of these natural phenomena over the millennia of its existence, but tonight, something special was in the air. Something that only two hearts, bonded in amour, could display.
One unicorn mare, a beautiful lavender coat and mystic purple mane, caressed by a pink stripe, lay on a checkered picnic blanket whilst sipping at her hot cocoa beverage. The other, a tall, yet somewhat lean white unicorn colt lay beside her, forearm gently holding onto her.
“…Wow… This- this is amazing…” Twilight Sparkle gasped in awe at the shimmering white comets in the black night sky.
“Sure is, Twi…” the white unicorn responded, clutching her ever so gently. “Nights like this… They just make you wonder, don’t they?”
“…About what?” Twilight inquired.
“How if just one little thing was different, somewhere along the line…” he began. “… This night might not be happening like it is.”
“What do you mean, Seymour?” the lavender unicorn asked.
“If things went even a tad awry, I may never even have met you… None of this might be happening.” Seymour explained.
“…Woah… That’s deep, sweetie…” Twilight responded. “I’ve always thought of you as a visionary, but, that vague, that far back in time…?”
“It’s a curse, I tell you.” Seymour chuckled. “Having to have those nagging thoughts in the back of your mind every day.”
“Well, I’m sure glad things ended up like they did tonight.” Said Twilight, burying her head against Seymour’s warm chest.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Twi…”
With that, Seymour gently kissed the cheek of his love, mussing up her mane a bit in the process with a gentle noogie.
“Hehehehe…” Twilight giggled, red as a tomato. “Aaaawww… c’mere you…”
A chilly gust of wind would soon spoil their tender moment.
“…brrrrr… Getting chilly…” Twilight shivered.
“...Sweetie, you alright?” Seymour asked, slight concern in his voice. “You’re shivering…”
“Y-yeah… Just a little cold is all.”
“Can’t have that now, can we?” Seymour chimed, removing his black leather jacket before draping it over his mare’s back. “My jacket should keep you cozy. It should still be nice and warm.”
“…Thanks…” she softly sighed, pulling the coat tightly around her.
Seymour had noticed something a bit… off about Twilight. She wasn’t her usual bubbly self, and was beginning to close her eyes rather tightly. She also shook from the chilly night air traveling across her body.
“… Twilight, I’m a little worried about you…” Seymour spoke. “You’ve been a little… out of it… all day now. You sure you’re feeling alright?”
“Don’t worry, Sey, I’m just fi- aaa… aaaa…hwaaaAAACHOOOOOOOOOO!”
Seymour was taken aback by her sudden, violent sneeze.
“*sniff* See?” she responded as her nose grew bright red, causing her to sniffel.
“…Yeah, I see alright.” Seymour sighed. “Come on, date night is over, let’s get you home dear.”
“No, really! I’m alright!!!” Twilight protested. “It’s just allergies… I think…”
“Twi, it’s alright. If it is, I’ve got some allergy pills back at the library in my drawer. They should fix you up real quick.” Seymour assured. “If not, well, we’ll see how it goes from there.”
Twilight new that there was something amiss in her body. She couldn’t keep lying to her lover, but she also didn’t want to disappoint him. Tonight was supposed to be their special night alone, one they had been planning for about a week. She knew Seymour meant well, but couldn’t overlook what she felt was a certain bit of disappointment in his facial expressions.
“…Okay, fine…” Twilight conceded, obvious disappointment in her voice.
Seymour helped his mare to her feet, and began to trot back to the library.
Ponyville Library
10:40 P.M.
The two unicorns finally entered the library, sopping wet from a sudden downpour of icy rain. The two quickly shut the door and wrapped themselves in a towel.
“Whew! Didn’t see that coming.” Seymour laughed, shaking the water from his drooping mane.
“Y-yeah! Me neithe… HWAACHOOO!!! *sniff*… Neither…” Twilight sputtered.
Seymour quickly noticed that something wasn’t right with his marefriend. Her hooves were as cold as ice, and her sneezing began to intensify as well. Her teeth were also chattering by this point. A slight red blush overtook her violet cheeks, signaling what he had been fearing all along. He wrapped Twilight in a hug and lifted his hoof to her forehead.
After a brief wait, he spoke.
“Twi… you’ve got a temperature.” he softly said. “You’re sick…”
Twilight Sparkle’s Bedroom
10:46 P.M.
“But I can’t be sick!” Twilight protested. “Tomorrow is re-shelving day, only the most important day of the…aaaaa…AAACHOOO!”
“Bless you.” Seymour quickly added.
Twilight sniffled and hastily grabbed at a cloth by her bed. She blew her nose forcibly into it.
“Oh honey, you look even worse now.” Seymour sighed. “You just need to take it easy for the next few days. Re-shelving can wait.”
“But-”
“No buts.” Seymour sternly commanded. Seymour wore a determined, somewhat fierce look on his white mug. He slowly paced around to Twilight’s side. “No arguments, you’re staying here in bed, Twi.”
Twilight struggled to find a reason to resist, but wasn’t having any luck. In all truth, she knew she looked a mess, as she noticed herself that she was beginning to sweat, and her eyelids became heavier than they had ever been in her entire life. She knew at this point that she would have to face the truth: she was sick, and there was nothing she could do to hide it any longer.
“…alright…” she finally sighed in submission.
Seymour closed his eyelids and gave a gentle smile.
“…That’s a good Twilight.” he lovingly cooed.
Seymour used his magic to levitate two plush fleece blankets out of a chest at the foot of the bed. He gently enveloped Twilight in them, tucking the sheets underneath her back, forming a tight pocket of warmth around her as he tucked her in.
“Why worry about tomorrow when you can just…mmmm…snuggle up in bed all day, hmm?” Seymour tried to reason while weaving the covers snugly around her body. “Sounds like a pretty good deal to me…”
The covers were thick and heavy. Only the finest fleece used in their stitching, crafted by only a master textile maker’s hooves. Enveloped in their gentle but powerful warmth, Twilight Sparkle tried to assume a comfortable position. It wasn’t until she had pulled the covers around her into a warm cocoon of fleece that she spoke again.
“…Runs in the family…”
Twilight gave a yawn as she buried herself to her nose in the covers. Seymour, on the other hand, readied a thermometer for insertion.
Twilight felt a quick jab to her mouth as the instrument was slid in. She glanced down at it, glowering at the instrument afterward. Seymour popped the mercury-filled glass stick back out.
“102 degrees. Yep, you’re sick Twi.”
“…fantastic…” she grumbled.
Seymour made sure she was as comfortable as she could be before speaking again.
“…Oh you poor thing…” he cooed. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel even a little better?”
“Please, you’ve already done so much to make me comfy… I couldn’t put you out like that.” Twilight begged. “Besides, you’ve got to get some rest for work tomorrow…”
“Twi, I’m not going to work tomorrow. I’m staying here with you.” Seymour cooed. “You didn’t expect me to walk out on you when you needed me, did you?”
“Seymour, please, don’t-”
“Twilight…” he glared. An expression of dominance in his face.
“Okay, okay! Please, stay here with me.” Twilight quickly corrected herself.
“…Glad you understand…” Seymour smiled. He gave her a tender kiss on the horn before walking out of the room.
“…Where are you going…?” Twilight asked.
“I’m going to go get you some cold juice. Any preference?”
“…Apple, please…” she replied.
“Sure thing sweetie.” He said.
Seymour exited the upstairs chamber, bound for the kitchen.
Twilight Sparkle, on the other hand, lay under the covers in deep thought. She felt as though there were something she could have done to prevent this situation from ruining their special night.
How… how did this happen? Why did it have to be like this… I haven’t been sick since I was in kindergarten, I’m always scrupulous about my hygiene. And now I get sick?!
Alone, she mulled over the plight at her hooves.
I just… wanted to be alone with him, just to be together. But no, I had to go and get this stupid cold, or whatever it is… Oh for pete’s sake. If I were really the mare he deserves, we’d still be out there watching the finale of the bi-centennial meteors. Dammit, I was even going to lure him on back, have a few drinks together with him, and surprise him with a bondage session tonight! I just HAD to get sick… I just HAD to ruin the night… I just…
Unable to process anymore thought, Twilight simply placed her nose into the pillow, and began to softly cry over her embarrassment, her failure.
Seymour then re-entered the bedroom, levitating a green tray holding a glass of cold
apple juice, as well as an oddly colored bottle.
“Alrighty, Twiley, I’m back with your… Twi?”
She was softly crying into her pillow, clutching it close with a hoof.
“Twilight… sweetie, what’s wrong?” he asked in a soft, sensitive voice. He quickly
trotted over to her, pulling her face up to his shoulder with his two front hooves.
“…*sniff* I- I’m sorry, Seymour…” she muttered between breaths. “…I’ve ruined date
night, I’ve ruined what we’ve been planning all week.”
“Twilight, no…” Seymour tried to comfort. “How is it your fault? You just got a little
bug is all. These things just happen, and when they do, we can only
try to minimize the damage they cause.”
“But I NEVER get sick!” Twilight snapped. “I was going to let you have so much fun
tonight… But NOOOOO. I just had to get sick! I can’t believe this!”
It wasn’t long before she would quiet down. She was convinced that she had ruined the
night for the both of them. However, one unicorn stallion remained unconvinced of her “guilt.”
“Heeeyy…” he called to her in a soft, low moan. “It’s alright, Twi… It’s not your fault you got sick. It never was your fault, no matter how short the night was cut. You didn’t ruin anything, not for us, not for me…”
Twilight could only look into Seymour’s big blue eyes now.
“…It’s okay… it’s okay…” he spoke, caressing her mane. “Twilight, I love you, I would do anything to make you feel your best, you know that. Some things just happen suddenly, and tonight was just one of those instances.”
Twilight tried to speak, but was cut off beforehand by her lover’s warm, gentle lips against hers. This wasn’t just his sympathy, no, she could feel the warmth present on all of his tender kisses. He meant what he had told her, right down to the letter. She didn’t protest, she didn’t fidget, she didn’t even move but to close her eyes.
Seymour broke the kiss.
“…I don’t care what happens, no matter how much you beg, nor plead, nor cry. I love you Twilight, and I’d do anything to prove it.”
Twilight smirked and spoke in a soft voice.
“You know you’re probably going to get sick with whatever I have now, don’t you…?”
“Yep.”
“…Good… I might just need a sick buddy…”
Seymour leaned in once again to kiss Twilight’s tepid forehead. He could feel the heat of her fever, but wanted nothing but the utmost comfort for his mate. No matter what the cost, he’d always be there when she needed him, and she knew that too.
“Now, about that juice…” Twilight reminded.
Seymour levitated the glass of juice to Twilight’s mouth, allowing her to take control of the straw in the drink. After about two-thirds of the juice was down her throat, the lavender mare released her grip, and yawned softly.
“…Tired, hon?” Seymour asked.
“…yeah, I think I’ll turn in now.” she responded.
Seymour gently tucked the corners of the fleece comforters under her shoulders and chin. Finishing his task, he placed a filled ice bag over her head, which drooped over her horn and forehead. Twilight felt a sudden shock as the bag contacted her fervid head, but sighed as the cooling effect took hold. With his mare safely tucked under the covers, Seymour softly spoke.
“I’ll see if I can’t get nurse Redheart to make a house call tomorrow.” he assured. “Until then, we should both be getting some rest…”
Twilight sparkle sighed in response, waves of warm comfort pulsating through her body. Her sleepy form created a soft, rounded lump underneath of the covers, slowly expanding and contracting with each of her little breaths. Seymour couldn’t take it anymore. She just looked so cute snuggled up tight in her fleece cocoon. Seymour could only imagine how warm and soft the bed and covers had felt like around her. His face lit up with a slight blush, and a smile of adoration crept across his face.
With a yawn, Seymour climbed onto the opposite side of the bed, covering himself with what remained of the blanket. Seymour covered himself to his shoulders and wrapped his hooves around Twilight in a soft, warm embrace. She responded to this by gently wriggling her body deeper into his grip, her back hugging his chest closely.
“… Twi…?” he sighed in content.
“…mmmn?” she responded.
“…why do you have to be so cute?” he asked in a sweet tone. He gently kissed the shaft of her purple horn, garnering a slight squeak from his ill lover.
“…you have extremely low standards…”
The two lay in silence, the warmth they shared radiating across their bodies.
“…Seymour…?”
“…yeah?”
“… I love you…”
“… I love you too, Twi… goodnight…”
Twilight Sparkle’s Bedroom
2:02 A.M.
All she could feel was pain… All she could hear was the eerie call of the shadows. Never before had she experienced dreams so draining, so painful, so miserable…
“……Nuuuggghhh… Ung…” she cringed, writhing in agony. The air was thick around her, so heavy that it impeded her every breath. The air was icy, deplorable, as she would describe it. The frost bit at her flesh, tugged at her mane, and punctured her lungs with tiny crystals of icy pain. She could feel only one other thing: the burning need for violent release…
Twilight sparkle awoke with a certain pressure in her throat and stomach, she knew what it meant. She knew she was going to hurl, she was going to hurl right now.
“…mnnm..! MMMFFLGG!!!” she gurgled in a panic, trying to cup her hooves around her mouth. She found, however, that her hooves remained trapped under the covers, wrapped in her sleeping mate’s own. She squirmed and struggled violently, before tumbling onto the floor in a disheveled heap. Barely two wobbly steps later, the contents of her stomach met the floor.
*BLEEEEAAAUUURGHHH!!!!*
The supper of an evening past, along with her not too recent drink of apple juice, attended its reunion with the outside world. Slightly acidic globs of vomit spewed from the muzzle of the lavender unicorn, coating her floor in regurgitated food items.
*HLUUURGBBBT!!!*
The spray burned her mouth, even her nose as it streamed out of her swollen nasal lining. Once she had finally paused her stream, she opened her watering eyes.
“…nggh… Twi…light?” Seymour was aroused from his slumber by the vomiting mare.
“nuuggh… nuuugh… *hic*…” she gasped, face streaming with tears and bile.
“Twilight… sweetie, I- wooaAAA!” Seymour was taken aback. “Wha, ha?!”
Hearing this, Twilight sparkle began a frantic attempt to correct her “mistake.”
“Gaau, clean, CLEAN!!” she cried. Getting to her hooves, she tried to run for the bathroom, but instead slipped and fell into her own puke pool. Embarrassed, putrefied, and humiliated beyond anything she had ever experienced, Twilight sank down on her stomach and began to cry in futility.
“…………gyaaahahahaaaa!”
As she sat sniveling and covered in her own partially-digested dinner, a weakened, almost puny squeak escaped her lips.
“Twilight, a-are you-”
“AAAAHahahahahahaAAA!!!” she bawled into her contaminated hooves. She couldn’t believe that she, a respected, knowledgeable, grown mare, was now so defiled in her own vomit. It wasn’t just embarrassing, it was utterly disgusting and humiliating. She couldn’t think to do anything other than cry her eyes out on the soiled wood floor. “…*sniffle* eeEEEAAAA…”
Seymour had finally put two and two together. Not knowing what else to do, he hurried out of bed and picked up his girlfriend to help her to the bathroom.
“Shhh… It’s okay… it’s okay…” he whispered. This endeavor appeared not to work for long, however.
“N-NO! No it’s not okay!!” Twilight squeaked, her voice weak, dehydrated, and pathetic. “I had- and I- with…!”
“Hey, hey… shhhh…” Seymour continued to calm. “It’s okay, you didn’t mean it.”
Twilight Sparkle was now bent over her toilet bowl, a fit of dry-heaving overtaking her. As the relentless contractions of her stomach and esophagus calmed, she began to reach for a bit of toilet paper to dry her face.
“…S-sorry, l-lost my cool for a bit there…” she admitted, calming down somewhat.
“Hey, don’t worry about it sweetie… It’s alright.” Seymour patted her back. “Shhh… don’t worry…”
“…I’m sorry, I tried to get to the toilet, but I just couldn’t get there fast enough.” she confessed. “I just got tangled up in the covers…”
“It’s alright, Twi…” Seymour responded in his ever-present caring tone. “It happens to the best of us. You just had a bit of a fit with something you couldn’t control…”
Slowly standing up from the toilet, Twilight managed to recollect her voice, and whatever puke-soiled dignity she had left. She made a move for the mirror.
“…Uurp!...Oh I’m a mess…” she gagged at the sight of her own reflection. Vomit had covered her soft purple underside and snout, her hair was a soggy mess of sweat and tears. “…I’ll go get the rags to-”
“No, sweetie.” Seymour interjected. “Leave the floor mess to me, you really should be rinsing yourself off. I’m sure you would want the same.”
Twilight sparkle would have given him a hug had she not been coated in her previous night’s dinner. Instead, she nodded her head and opened the shower curtain.
“Make sure you get that mouth of yours cleaned out… I can only imagine what it must be tasting like in there.”
“…no kidding.” she deadpanned.
Twilight Sparkle’s Bathroom
About ten minutes later
Twilight had washed off most of the offending substance that had coated her lavender coat by the time she heard a knock at the door. Blowing the suds from her snout, she answered through the door.
“Yeah?”
“…I’ve cleaned up all the… stuff.” Seymour called to her. “Make sure you save me some warm water, though, I need to rinse off a bit too…”
“What?” Twilight responded. “I didn’t catch that. Could you come in here and say that?”
Seymour opened the door and peered his neck in.
“I said it’s all clean now.” he repeated. “Would you mind leaving me some hot water to wash off in?”
Twilight pulled the curtains half open to answer her mate’s request.
“…Actually, I might stay in her for a little bit.” she confessed, a sheepish grin appearing on her fever-blushed face. “You… can come in with me now, if you want…”
“You sure?” he asked. In reality, this was not unfamiliar ground for the white unicorn stallion, as they had bathed together on a few occasions before. He just wanted to be sure, the last thing he wanted was to cross a line with the mare of his dreams.
“Yeah, why don’t you join me? It feels really good in here…” she answered with somewhat of a sigh.
“Alright… if you say so.” Seymour conceded.
Entering the bathroom, Seymour slipped off his pink slippers and laid his glasses on the counter, still open. With a sigh, he lifted himself into the bathtub and sank slowly into the warm water. Upon immersion, Seymour sighed in comfort and relaxation. The scent of soap bubbles filled his nostrils, the warm water seeped into his fur, right down to his skin. Not even bothering to wash, he just sat and stewed in the bath water for a good several minutes before lifting a sponge from the wall rack in his white magical aura. Once upon him, the sponge began to slide rhythmically back and forth across the affected areas of his white coat. With one final heave of his chest, he sank his entire head underwater.
Several seconds later, he re-emerged from the water, black mane drooping over most of his face and obscuring his eyes. Twilight couldn’t help but giggle as he shook his head dry and sent water all over the bathroom walls and mirror.
“Hey!” she called out to him. “Careful now!”
Her playful complaining was cut off when a jet of water from Seymour’s mouth spewed into her face. Raising her hooves to block the spray, she managed to wait out the stream. Afterward, she dipped her hooves into the water, determined to make him uncomfortable too.
“AAH! Hey, quit that!” Seymour laughed as she splashed him square in the face. “Stop it!”
“Say pleeeease!” Twilight chimed, somewhat stuffy.
After a good few moments of childish splashing, Twilight Sparkle collapsed onto Seymour’s chest, closing her eyes slightly.
“Awww, done already?” Seymour joked.
“Yeah, just… let me love on you a little bit…” Twilight sighed. She began to work her lips up to his, but was cut off by a hoof.
“Did you brush?” Seymour squinted at her.
“Yeah… well, I used mouthwash…” she grinned sheepishly.
“Fair enough.” Seymour rolled his eyes before locking lips with his wet companion.
The kisses were not intended to be vibrant, just slow and meaningful. Their tongues danced around each other, a gentle nibble or two finding its way in every so often.
“…Mmmnnn… Sey…?” Twilight moaned. “…mmm…why don’t we move this…mmm… party… mnn… over to the bed…?”
“Nmmmmn…”Seymour moaned in response. “…you… mmmhmmm… sure you’re up for it…?”
“…mmf… Just because I’m a little sick… doesn’t mean I can’t have a… mmm… little…MMM!” she squeaked as he nibbled her bottom lip. “…fun…”
This was all the invitation Seymour had needed. Twilight stood up to leave the tub. As she left, she purposefully slid her hoof across Seymour’s crotch to leave him hanging in the air. She gave him a wink before closing the door, a towel wrapped around her body. Seymour quickly followed suit.
Upon entering the bedroom, Seymour was greeted by the soft illumination of several candles around the bed. He could feel the overwhelming tension in the air, until his nose was assaulted by a peculiar, enticing smell. The smell only his mare could produce, the scent of lust. The enchanting aroma led him to the foot of the bed, where he climbed onto the covers to meet his lover.
“…Seymour…” Twilight seductively called, her voice akin to the song of the sirens.
“…Hey baby…” he responded in a low voice. A voice his mate found to be…quite sexy.
Seymour mounted a position over Twilight’s exposed belly, his clear blue eyes staring down into hers. Seymour could no longer hide the fact that he was as hard as Discord after a good “stoning,” nor did he want to. He simply let his “magical parts” hang loose and unrestricted. Twilight could feel his member along her belly, and became more and more moist with each passing second.
“Now Twi… I know you’re not feeling at 100 percent. So if I do anything that hurts, just tell me and I’ll stop right away…” Seymour explained.
Twilight Sparkle donned a sinister look, much to the shock of her lover.
“I think I know how to fix that… little problem.” she devilishly smirked.
In an instant, two flashes of purple light illuminated the room. After the flash had dissipated, Seymour found himself on his back, his lover now straddling his lap. Seymour beaded his eyes between Twilight and her damp crotch.
“…Huh. Well, this is new…” he said, rather confused. “Twilight, are you…”
“…Shhhh… you’ve taken such good care of me, baby…” she moaned. “Let me return the favor… mmm?”
Seymour’s face lit up with lust. Now he was on the bottom, a position he could get used to. There were no words, just pure feelings, pure emotion.
“…Just lay back… relax… and let me take care of you now…” Twilight continued. Soon after, she chanted a popular birth control spell, and looked her lover in the eyes.
Seymour gasped in pleasure as his member was suddenly caressed by an invisible force. Looking down, he found his penis covered in a purple aura, gently undulating from base to tip.
“…AAaaaaaaah….!” He moaned, a tensed smile fixed to his face. “g-good… that’s… GOOD…!”
Seymour could feel a strong grip jerking the inside and outside of his sensitive meat. The magical stimulation brought with it a powerful mixture of warming and tingling sensations, adding to the perfect amount of pressure. The feeling was so intense, Seymour had to clench every possible muscle in his body just to keep from ejaculating only ten seconds into the treatment.
“…mmm…I can tell you like that, baby…” His purple partner seductively moaned. “You like being this close to the edge, don’t you?”
“…HAAAaaahhhhHHH…! YES!” Seymour cried in the throes of sexual pleasure. D-Don’t s-sstop…!!”
“Then let’s keep you right where I want you… hmmm?” Twilight moaned. Seymour felt a force along his entire reproductive tract, a strange pressure that brought him over the edge of his endurance, holding him fast in that sweet stimulus, his dick throbbing and contracting in orgasm, but somehow preventing him from blowing his load. The treatment lasted for at least another minute or two before the white unicorn again cried out in ecstasy.
“HaaaHHHAAAHHHH!!! How did- what- I don’t…! AAAAAAAAAHHHhhhhhh…!” he screamed out, thrusting his waist up into the air seeking even more pleasure. Suddenly, the undulation stopped in its tracks, leaving Seymour’s naked dick throbbing, aching for more.
“… wh-wh-why did you… s-stop…?” he gasped.
“Because, honey… I can tell you want more… so much more…”
Sliding her flank into position, she caressed the tip of Seymour’s stiffened member with the lips of her own intimacies. With that, she finally pressed firmly down, sitting on his dick, enveloping his entire shaft in her warm, wet folds.
Seymour’s mind had gone instantly blank after his penis was deep inside of her vagina. His mouth hung open, his tongue lolled out, and his eyes had glazed over in pleasure. The fierce heat she possessed warmed his entire body. His eyelids shut halfway, Seymour began to moan in ecstasy as she slid her slimy, bumpy, creased inner folds up and down on his rock hard stallionhood.
“AAAAaaaaaaaaahhh…!” he moaned loudly, trembling at the waist. He couldn’t help it. She was always everything he had imagined, every single time the two were intimate. She was so warm, so wet and tight. Her warm walls were covered in extremely pleasurable creases and bumps, only adding to his bliss. She was everything he had wanted in a relationship. Her damp pussy was extremely warm, almost hot. The creases along her tight walls smacked the rim of his immersed head both ways, and slightly parted his urethral opening.
“…T-Twilight… you feel… aaaAAAaaah… amazing…!” he uttered through loud, long moans of pleasure. He hadn’t felt this good since… well the last time the two were intimate. The increasingly moist folds of her tender sex pushed him deeper and deeper into her, multiplying his experience tenfold.
“…huuuh…huuuuuuh…” she responded as best she could, his stallionhood coating her insides in warm flesh, expanding her canal significantly. “You… like that, don’t you… baby…”
Twilight began to wiggle her hips from side to side, rubbing every inch of Seymour’s shaft in her pussy. “…You like it when I move like this… mmm?” she moaned herself.
“AaaaAAAHHHhhhhhaauuu… yes… oh Celestia YES! I’m…in heavennnnnnn…!” he shouted, the tight walls of her pussy squeezing around him, the feeling akin to warm, thick, syrupy slime on his member. The constant sliding of her intimacies against his crotch emitted a slimy smacking sound with each passing thrust of his nethers slamming into her hilt. “…oh CelESTIA!!!...yes…yes!! Don’t STOP!!!”
Seymour could feel a very strong pressure building up yet again inside of his abdominal area, quickly spreading to his waist. Sunken to his testicles in her warm, slick love canal, Seymour was taking the full brunt of the pleasure on his end. The feeling alone quickly sent him closer and closer to the edge of his endurance. Any stallion, had they been unprepared, would have already sunk into submission at the feeling of that sweet stimulation.
“aaaa…aaaAAAAhhhhHH…I’m…” he suddenly heaved. “...AAAaaauu… I’m going to come already…”
Twilight herself was nearing the edge. She had begun to slide herself up and down on his cock. This only increased the pleasure for the both of them. Leaning back slightly, she rubbed her clit along his shaft, each passing motion sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
She instantly felt the high of pleasure as her clit caressed the shaft of his member, her mate applying a little force of his own to better her own experience. Thirty some-odd seconds in, a moan escaped Seymour’s lips as she quickened her pace, her pussy pumping vigorously up and down his member.
“T…Twilight… I’m… so close…” he gasped. “I’m so… close…!”
“…Me too…! she moaned. “…Just… just… aaaaAAHhh… Oooohhh… hang on a little longer…!”
Just then, Twilight Sparkle slammed down on his member one last time, seizing up as she hit her climax. Her muscles tensed around his member, trapping him in an extremely tight embrace. Her juices began to swirl around his member. She cried out in pleasure, unaware that she had probably woken up half of Ponyville.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAHHH!!! SEYMOUR!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!” she shrieked.
“…aaahhh…aaaaaHHH…AAAAAHHH!!!!! COMING!!! I’M COMING!!!!”
Seymour’s erect dick began to throb uncontrollably, signaling his own orgasm. He placed his hoof between his scrotum and plot in order to hang in orgasm for another couple of seconds. But this had ultimately failed as his body commanded him to release.
“HHHHHAAAAA!!!! HAAAAAAAA!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! he moaned, slamming his waist up as deep as he could, thrusting into his mare out of pure animal lust, begging for release. “SOOOO…..! SOOOOOOOOOO…..!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Truth be told, Seymour was never the quiet one when it came to being intimate. The pleasure forced him to scream out, calling his mare’s name. The lock of Twilight’s preventing magic had finally broken. He thrusted upwards into the deepest part of her nethers out of pure instinct, and came hard, clenching his teeth while shooting thick, hot, gooey spurts of his seed into her womb.
Twilight Sparkle collapsed onto Seymour’s heaving chest, sweaty and exhausted from their lustful endeavor. The two lay in each other’s arms, gasping for breath.
“…huuuuhhh…huuuuh…huuuuhhh…” Twilight panted. “…Seymour…?”
“…hunnnh… huuuuuuunnnnnhhhh… y-yeah, baby…?” he choked out between breaths.
“…You’re the best…” she sighed, having come down off her high.
“…I know…”
Exhausted himself, Seymour let out one more tired moan as she slipped off of his deflating member, leaving behind a sticky mess of sperm and vaginal goo. Rolling onto her back, she settled her warm body beside him and pulled over the thick blanket to cover herself.
“…feeling any better, Twi?” Seymour cooed, gripping her gently to himself.
“…much better.” She yawned. Before she knew it, a dark haze had spread over her eyes, obscuring her stallion from sight.
“…aaaawww.” Seymour couldn’t resist uttering a sigh of adoration. With one last kiss, he snuggled up to her sleeping form, feeling a sense of pride in himself. “Boy did I tire her out…”
“…Twi…?” he called one last time.
“…………” no response.
“…I love you…”
With that, Seymour closed his eyes, and patted his juice-covered crotch with a hoof.
“… you did good, little buddy… you did good…”
Epilogue
“…Yep, 102 degrees. You got it too.” Twilight said, still slightly stuffy from a few days prior. “Can’t imagine why…”
“...Oh fuck me…” replied a visibly ill Seymour, now the center of medical attention in the library.
“…Oh you poor fool…” Twilight giggled.
