Rock the Casbah

by Wrabbit

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Romance, Comedy
Length: 8189

Twilight shows Amira around town. Guess what happens!

A fan contribution to Fusion Fool the 3rd's story, Twilight's Misadventures and Apologies to the Readers, This story shows a slightly different take on Twilight's meeting with the Saddle Arabian mare, Amira. If you like this, please go read the rest of the story.

Trigger warnings (cause those are apparently a thing now): Futa, Lesbian.

Published 2014-04-05 04:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-05 04:10:02 UTC

Sharif Don't Like It

Rock the Casbah

The day's peace was shattered forever by the loud squawking roar coming from the tree known to the locals as the library. It wasn't that such noises were unknown to come from the tree in question, or even with such volume or so early that shattered the peace. Indeed, the neighbors had quickly acclimated to such loud and... breathy vocalizations at all hours of the day and (especially) night. No, what had the birds scattering for more tranquil locales was the tone of this particular screech.

“What do you mean, 'We're not invited'?”

Twilight rubbed an ear with a hoof in an attempt to stop the ringing in it. “Just what I said, Gilda. You're not invited. None of you are, as a matter of fact.” She looked at the griffoness who looked ready to commit bloody murder, standing next to Trixie, who seemed to be of a like mind. Pinkie looked at her like she had lost her mind, but was hoping that she had a good reason for it, and Chrysalis had an eyebrow arched at her curiously. Twilight sighed and said, “Look, it's just a little diplomatic duty. The Princess wants me to familiarize myself with some more responsibilities. Some foreign dignitaries are coming, and she wants me to escort one of them so they don't get lost and be a tour guide. I highly doubt we'll even leave the palace grounds.”

“So why can't the Princess just assign somepony from the Diplomatic Corps like normal?” Trixie asked suspiciously. “Aren't they trained for this sort of thing?”

Turning to the blue mare, Twilight replied, “Because apparently, I'm being groomed for some important position, one that requires me to 'rub elbows' as it were, with important beings from other nations. I should feel lucky that she's asking me to do this with a friendly nation like Saddle Arabia, rather than just throwing me in the deep end with Draconia or Minos.”

Gilda walked up and puffed her chest out proudly at the unicorn. “That still doesn't explain why we can't go as well.”

Twilight met her literally face-to-face, actually pushing the griffon back on her heels. “Because one does not bring one's lover to work with them; especially when she's acting like a spoiled child!”

Pinkie Pie popped up between them and forced them apart. “Alright, I think we should all cool off a bit. Tempers are running high, and I don't think even a party could solve that this time around.” She looked at the griffoness and said, “Gilda, we have to respect that there going to be times when Twilight will be away from all of us, and there's nothing we can do about it. She's as broken up about this as we are.” Turning back to the unicorn, she added, “Twilight, you have to realize that some of us have never been in a relationship like this, or this deep, so we're all dealing with some new feelings and jealousies.”

Twilight and Gilda looked away and sighed at the same time, which caused them to giggle, easing the tension in the room. As usual, Twilight spoke first. “I'm really sorry, Gilda, but this is too important to mess up because I got a little distracted by one of my herd. Princess Celestia has given me a great responsibility, and I owe it to her to do my very best. I can't very well do that if all I'm thinking about is a hot piece of flank wriggling around in front of my face.”

This appeared to mollify Gilda somewhat. “Well, I guess it can't be helped; but you better make it up to us. We're expecting a good hard fucking after this is over. And I'm talking Earth-shattering, mind-blowing, grab-the-headboard, knock-your-socks-off, do-a-fucking-barrel-roll, epic sex, here.”

With a roll of her eyes, Twilight started walking towards the door, and the waiting flying chariot. “I guess I better start making an outline for the schedule, then.”

Chrysalis licked her lips of a stray droplet of come from her nose that she had been saving for when the urge for seconds struck her. “You'd better stock up on energy drinks while you're out there. Seeing you put that chicken-cat in her place has gotten me all hot and bothered.”

Twilight had to suppress the urge to laugh as she walked out. “I'll see you all tonight, girls.”

Silence reigned once more after the mare of the house left, and all ponies (plus one griffoness and one changeling queen) looked at each other. Pinkie checked a non-existent watch on her hoof and exclaimed, “Uh, oh! I better get going! The cakes are going to need me for the early morning rush!” And with that, she zoomed out of the library, leaving the door open.

The three remaining occupants looked at each other, then with a barely perceptible nod, Gilda and Trixie began walking nonchalantly walking towards the door. “And just where are you two going?” Chrysalis queried.

“Out,” Trixie replied curtly.

“Got a problem with that, Bug?” Gilda asked.

Chrysalis rubbed her swollen belly in contentment and smirked at them, bearing her fangs. “No problem here at all.” As they continued walking, she stopped them by adding, “I just hope that you don't do something to upset Twilight so that she can't or won't perform her duties to her herd. Why, if someone were to do that, I'd have to get downright... creative with their punishments. Don't want my babies going hungry, after all. Ta ta.”

Trixie and Gilda couldn't help but shudder at the icy tone as they left.

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As she passed another suit of armor bearing a gleaming shield, Twilight stopped to smooth her mane once more, and cursed her lack of forethought. I forgot how windy it is in those chariots. Guess it's been a while since I moved to Ponyville. When she had finally tamed the stray lock, she trotted briskly up to the door leading to Celestia's office and nodded at the guards flanking the door.

One of the stallions returned her nod and knocked before entering. “I beg your pardon, Your Highness. Lady Twilight Sparkle has arrived.”

Celestia looked up from her cup of tea towards her guard. “Please show her in.” Looking to her guests, she said, “This is my faithful student, Twilight Sparkle. She'll be the one to show you around.” Twilight walked in and Celestia waved her over to the couch where three large ponies stood to greet her. “It's good to see you again, Twilight. It feels like forever since we last met. Allow me to introduce Sheik Haakim, ruler of Saddle Arabia, and his wife, Amira.”

The dignitaries nodded towards her, and Twilight bowed low to them. “As-Salamu Alaykum, Your Highnesses. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Haakim smiled down at the smaller unicorn, and seemed visibly relieved, though for no reason discernible to her. “Always a pleasure to meet another scholar, Miss Twilight; especially one who does proper research on greeting ponies from new lands. While I would enjoy discussing some bit of esoterica with you, I'm afraid that duty to my nation calls. However, I am happy to send my wife in my stead. While she is not as learned as I, I'm sure she will be able to keep you well entertained.”

Amira smiled gently at her husband, but said nothing, merely nodding again to Twilight. Celestia set her teacup down with a CLINK, and said, “Why don't we get started right away, then. Perhaps we can even finish soon enough for all four of us to have a little fun afterward?”

Twilight knew Celestia's comment was pure as the driven snow, but ever since her libido had been reawakened with a vengeance, it seemed like everything had taken on a double meaning. Why, even the way Amira was looking... Omigosh, she is checking me out! And now she's checking out the Princess' flank! She saw the tall, graceful mare watch the Diarch walk back to her seat, and quickly looked away when she saw her tongue dart out to wet her lips. The unicorn shook her head slightly and laughed nervously. “I suppose that's our signal to leave, Your Highness. Sh- shall we start with a tour of the Palace?”

Amira let herself be guided out of the room by Twilight and down the hall before saying anything. “Perhaps we could start with the gardens? I have heard so much about them; they are practically legendary in my home town of Roughshod.”

Twilight barely noticed two guards falling into step behind them, noting that they were both pegasi stallions. “Of course, Your Highness. The gardens are particularly lovely this time of year. Many of the flowers are in full bloom.”

Amira smiled down at the smaller mare. “Please, do call me Amira. 'Your Highness' can get so tiresome and cumbersome in a conversation. There are only a few flowers that truly interest me, at any rate.”

“Which flowers would those be, Your- er, Amira?” Twilight asked, stumbling over the name. “Our gardens carry a great variety.”

“Well,” the taller mare began with a sly grin, “the one I wish to experience most at this moment is a lovely shade of lilac. Perhaps I would even be so lucky as to find it still dewy with moisture?”

Hoping that all this innuendo was all in her mind, Twilight replied, “W- w- well, I'm afraid this late in the day, the morning dew would have evaporated by now.”

Amira ran her tongue across her lips again, causing Twilight's attention to zero in on the moist, pliant organs. The faint glare of reflected sunlight glinted off, dazzling the mare so that she missed a wrinkle in the carpet and tripped, falling on her face. Amira instantly was at her side, petting the navy mane gently. “Oh, dear! Are you all right, Miss Twilight?”

Rubbing her sore, red nose, Twilight answered. “Yes, I'll be fine. I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Only my pride is wounded.”

Twilight tried to stand, but Amira pushed her back down. “No, no. Don't rise.” Looking over to the guards following from a discrete distance, she said, “You there. Fetch Miss Twilight some water and a hoofkerchief.” The two guards looked at each other before one ran off to comply with her request. When he was gone, Amira's head swayed before she leaned it against Twilight's. “Oh, dear. I fear I'm feeling woozy, myself.” Looking to the other guard, she asked, “Would you be a dear and fetch me a glass of water as well? The colder, the better.”

This time, the lone guard fretted, looking around the empty hallway. He tamped his hooves in place, indecision warring on his face. Seeing that this was getting him nowhere, he started to come forward to assist, but blanched when he saw her pale complexion, and ran to fulfill her request.

As soon as the sound of his hooves became too dim to hear, Amira quickly stood, pulling Twilight up with her. “Come on,” she said, pushing the smaller mare from behind with her head, “let's get out of here before they return.”

Confused, Twilight dug her hooves in, causing the rug to bunch up in front of her. “Wha- what? Huh? Whuh- What's going on? Aren't you ill? Shouldn't we wait for them to return with your water?”

Amira replaced her head on Twilight's rump with her hooves and brought her face next to the unicorn's ear. “Silly filly. That was just to get them to leave us alone. Now's our chance to go out and have some fun.” The pink mare took a gentle nibble on Twilight's ear, sending a shiver down both their spines. “Now let's go! We can't very well have a good time with those sticks in the mud watching us, now can we? Go, go, go!” Her final word was emphasized by a shove that pushed them both out of the hallway and into a small courtyard next to the palace's curtain wall.

With a joyous laugh, Amira darted out into the small garden, shedding her raiment as she went. Shocked, Twilight ran after her, picking up the carelessly dropped clothing along the way. “Wait! What are you doing?” Twilight shouted after her.

Amira looked back, a smile as wide as all outdoors on her face. “Isn't it obvious? Having fun! You better catch up if you don't want me to be all by myself in a strange city!” she sang back over her shoulder. The pink mare's eyes widened and came to a sudden halt, causing the pursuing Twilight to ram straight into her plush rump. She whirled around so that they were now nose-to-nose, and she whispered, “I'm going to kiss you very hard- with tongue- and those guards we had sent away are about to walk around the corner. If you want to avoid an international incident, you better know how to teleport.”

Faster than Twilight could process her sentence, Amira locked lips with her, the mare's tongue slipping into her mouth with surprising ease. The librarian was so shocked, she could do nothing until the sound of hooves on flagstone tiles brought her attention to their perceived predicament. Without even thinking about it, arcane energies gathered at her horn, and with a blinding flash of light, they both disappeared, leaving Amira's clothing to fall to the ground.

The steady hoofsteps stopped when the flash went off, but quickly became a gallop. From around a large bush shaped into a low wall, stepped a maid carrying a basket of laundry. She stopped and set the basket on her back onto the ground, and picked up the silk peytral, trying to figure out just what it was. With a final shrug, she threw it on the pile of laundry along with the rest of the Arabian's silks and resumed her trip to the wash house.

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Gilda puffed up her chest, bumping it up against the gleaming metal of the unimpressed guard's armor. She poked at him with a talon and growled rather convincingly, but the guard remained unswayed. “Look, pal. We're just here to see Twilight Sparkle. We ain't after your precious princesses or their foreign friends. We don't need your guff, either.”

The stallion kept his polearm crossed with his partner's, barring passage for Gilda and Trixie. “If you want to see someone who works here, you need to make an appointment. No appointment, no entry.”

Just as Gilda was about to step up her harangue, Trixie laid a restraining hoof on her shoulder. The griffoness looked down at her, and noticed her head cocked as if listening to something far away. They held this pose for several seconds, until Trixie nodded and began pulling Gilda away. “We're sorry to take up so much of your time, sir. We'll be on our way, now.”

As she was being led away, Gilda glared at the magician. “What was that all about?” she viciously whispered. “How are we going to find Star-Butt if we can't get in there?”

“She's no longer in there,” Trixie whispered back. “Trixie heard her voice echoing in the courtyard beyond that wall, and then a poof of teleportation.”

Gilda gave her an incredulous look. “How can you hear that? I didn't hear anything like that!”

Trixie rolled her eyes and gave a snort of amusement. “Of course you didn't. You're an airborne creature. Generally speaking, a flier's hearing isn't as refined as a terrestrial's because the wind rushing past your ears makes hearing less useful. Besides,” she added with a disdainful sniff and a prancing gait added to her walk, “Trixie has trained herself to hear and obey Mistress' voice from very, very far away.”

“But that doesn't tell us where she teleported to,” Gilda said. With a curious tone, she added, “Does it?”

Trixie grinned at Gilda. “Au contraire, ma soeur. The smart and diligent Trixie studied her Mistress's life, even from before they met. She knows all but her most secret and hidden favorite spots in Canterlot. We need only check them in order to find Mistress.”

Gilda stopped and shook her head in amazement. “Damn, girl. You are one creepy stalker.”

With her nose in the air, Trixie kept walking. “If you are going to be insulting, then the sexy and devoted Trixie will just search without you.”

“Like fun you are,” Gilda replied, and picked up the unicorn mare in her foretalons, taking to the air as she did. “You give directions, I'll fly us there.”

“Trixie thought you'd see it her way.”

Gilda cocked her head to the side so that she could see Trixie. “What was that, dweeb-o?”

Hiding her smirk, Trixie pointed towards a street and said, “Follow this street until you come to a yellow coffeehouse, then take a left for two blocks to a small bookstore.”

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With a flash of light, Twilight and Amira appeared in the bushes of a small park near her parent's house, still kissing, The taller mare pulled back and licked her lips with great relish. “You taste delicious, darling,” she said. Looking around, she asked, “ Now, where can a filly go for a little fun in this marvelous city of yours?”

Twilight sat there stunned for a moment until she noticed the Arabian mare walking off, then hurried to catch up to her. “You can't just wander off unescorted in a strange city! You could get lost, or hurt, or foalnapped, or-”

Amira silenced her with a hoof gently placed on her lips. “That's why you're with me, lover. As long as you're with me, I feel perfectly safe. Safe and entertained.”

Twilight sputtered for a moment before shouting, “I am not your-” Remembering they were in public, she lowered her voice and viciously whispered, “I am not your lover!”

Pulling the smaller unicorn in close with a hoof over her shoulder, Amira guided her further into the park. “Not yet, perhaps, but easily remedied. However, I am dying to see the sights here, first. Pleasure, before pleasure, after all.”

I've just got to keep her mind on sightseeing rather than... that until it's time for her to leave, Twilight silently reasoned. “Very well, then, You- er, Amira. Why don't we start with the Royal Canterlot Museum? They're having a rather interesting exhibit about-”

“Actually, I've heard nothing but high praise for this one theater, that I've been wanting to visit for quite some time. Could we start there? I've even memorized the address, so you'd only have to guide us there,” Amira interrupted with a suggestion.

A theater sounds harmless enough. Probably featuring some play that's been making the rounds in her country. Twilight nodded happily. “All right, then. Just give me the address and I'll show you the way.”

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Twilight squirmed around in her seat, trying to scrunch down further while simultaneously avoiding looking at the screen where a mare was doing her best to please three stallions, a griffon and a minotaur... sexually. Amira was enraptured by the scene unfolding before her, loudly crunching down on hoofful after hoofful of popcorn, alternating from the bag to her marehood, where she put the extra lubrication to good use, then loudly and greedily licked her hoof clean before returning to the bag to start the process all over again.

“This isn't really what I thought you had in mind when you mentioned a theater,” Twilight whispered.

Amira leaned down and licked Twilight's cheek, savoring the salty taste of her sweaty embarrassment. “Isn't it great? Much better than some stuffy old play written hundreds of years ago. I'd heard about this movie, but since these are banned in my country, I thought I'd never get to see it! Ooo! This is where she takes both the minotaur and the griffon in her pussy at the same time! She must be made of rubber to stretch that far!”

Against her better judgment, Twilight peeked at the screen and was transfixed by seeing that not only was the minotaur's massive girth alternating with the griffon's spiny cock in rhythm within her pussy, the mare was also alternating between sucking on two of the stallion's impressive cocks, while the third had somehow worked his way into her ass from a sideways prone position. She had to admit, that despite the profusion of males on the screen, the scene itself was pretty hot, and the mare was more than a little attractive in her wantonness... No! I can't fall into that trap! Not here, and certainly not with her! Think of the scandal! Think of the mess! Think of the disappointment from the Princess! It was this last thought that finally allowed her to calm down enough to make sure her special tea wasn't undone. Just listening to the mare onscreen moan her ecstacy and Amira give a blow-by-blow (so to speak) account of what was happening almost sent her over the edge, but imagining Celestia's “I'm very disappointed in you” look aimed at her kept her from losing her cool.

She was concentrating on that so hard, she didn't even know the movie was over until the house lights came up. Cautiously looking around, she saw a few stallions, and even more mares slinking out in the walk of shame. Amira appeared unfazed by this and was pulling her hoof from her marehood and licked it clean of both popcorn butter and her own fluids. She made such a show of it, taking long, slow licks, letting a drop fall into her mouth, smoothing down the fur with her tongue so that it lay the proper way, and all while watching Twilight.

With a disarmingly friendly smile, the pink mare loudly proclaimed, “Well! After seeing a movie that invigorating, I could do with something refreshing to drink.”

Twilight silently agreed with the sentiment, if not the reasoning behind it.

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“I'm beginning to think that you don't actually know what you're doing.”

Glancing up from the pile of flattened cardboard boxes he was looking under, Stalwart turned to his partner and glared at him. “At least I didn't leave my charges totally alone like some ponies I could name.”

His conspicuous guard armor clanking loudly as he shifted, Brightwell leaned against the alley wall and gave Stalwart a sardonic smirk. “Do you really expect to find Twilight Sparkle, little Miss OCD herself, in a dirty alley, let alone a mare as refined as that Arabian? Okay, Twilight maybe if there was some scientific gain to be had, but her?”

Dropping the flattened cardboard boxes, Stalwart glared at him. “Well, I don't hear any ideas coming from you. And you heard the captain. If the other guards find his little sister, or the princess before we do, he's going to have us cleaning out the latrines with nothing but our tongues!”

Throwing a foreleg over Stalwart's shoulders, Brightwell led him out of the alley. “My friend, you need to learn to work smarter, not harder. First thing we do is to ask around if anypony has seen Princess Amira. It's not like there are many mares in Canterlot that fit her description, so she should be easy to find. Secondly, we need to go to the places we think young Miss Twilight would have taken her. It's not like she's some sex-crazed mare out for a little royal tail, you know. She wouldn't have taken her to some seedy bar or something for a secret rendezvous.”

Stalwart nodded. “All right. I guess it's better than literally checking under every rock in town.”

Walking out into the bright sun of midday, Brightwell replied, “'Course it is. Now come on. We've only got another five minute head start on the rest of the guards, at best. Let's make the most of it.”

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Once more, Twilight found herself slumping down in her seat, trying to avoid being seen; this time, also trying not to spill her lemonade. “Did we have to come here for a drink? There's plenty of places we could have gone, you know.”

Amira glanced over to her escort, one hoof holding her own lemonade, the other resting gently on a unicorn mare's head that was currently between her legs, doing her best to lick Amira's labia dry; a futile, yet enviable task judging by her moans of pleasure. “Come now, you wouldn't begrudge a visiting dignitary the chance to absorb some of the local color, now would you?” She gestured with her drink towards the well-lit stage where three mares were poledancing. Well, poledancing was perhaps a bit generous. It was more like they were making love to the poles, occasionally going to one of the others and making out with them briefly before returning to her pole, or waving their flanks in the patrons’ faces, who sat in the darkened room and loudly cheered. The large mare shuddered as her third orgasm overtook her, and slipped three more tickets into the mare’s garter belt to join the first two.

Twilight looked at her in amazement. “Three? Those tickets were a hundred bits a piece!”

Amira petted the mare’s head in her lap affectionately and wrapped her legs around her possessively and rubbed them along her silky-smooth coat. “What can I say? I reward good work generously.” Another shudder as the mare’s tongue wrapped around her clit and began circling it halted further discussion from the princess.

Twilight felt a familiar stirring in her nethers, and this time, it was harder to put down. Feeling that they had better leave before she lost control, she cleared her throat. “Amira, I really think we should leave. Your husband’s meeting shouldn’t last much longer, and we don’t want to be late.”

Looking at a clock on the wall of Rump Shakers, the gentlemare’s club, Amira sighed sadly and uncrossed her legs from around the unicorn below her. She patted her on the head, causing the smaller mare to look up, clear juices still dripping from her widely smiling mouth. “I’m afraid she’s right, dear Honeypot. There’s still a bookstore that I wish to visit before going home, and that may take some time.”

Without saying a word, the golden yellow unicorn crawled up the chair and kissed Amira on the lips. Twilight watched and squirmed as they sat and kissed for many minutes, tongues pushing back and forth. When Honeypot began grinding against the mare, she felt that it had gone on for quite long enough and stood. Setting her untouched drink down on the little table between their chairs, she said, “Yes! Well, thank you for your time, and business. We really must be going now, bye!” As she pulled the barely resisting Amira out the door, she could swear that she heard the other unicorn shout out “Call me!”

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Gilda sighed in exasperation for what felt like the millionth time in the past hour. “Trixie, this is the twelfth damn bookstore we’ve been to! Not to mention the three coffeehouses, six donut shops four schools, two observatories, three museums, eighteen libraries, and one ‘book nook’, whatever the Tartarus that is. Maybe she’s not at any of the places you’re thinking of. Why don’t we try some other place?”

Whirling on her in anger, Trixie threw down her map of Canterlot and shouted, “What do you suggest? A door-to-door search? Asking everypony we see? There’s only so many places we can check, you know, and Canterlot’s a big place!” Slapping one forehoof into the other on every word for emphasis, she said, “We follow the plan, Gilda!”

“Well, this isn’t cutting it, Trixie. It’s two o’clock now! We’ve been at this for over five hours, and are no closer to finding her than we were when we started this morning!” Gilda stomped a foreclaw, gouging furrows into the street. She took a deep breath and released it. “Look, why don’t we continue as we have been, but instead of just zipping over to the next spot, we actually try looking along the way. We’ll have to go slower, but maybe we’ll spot her on the street as we go.”

Trixie flipped her mane over her horn and tried to smooth out the rat’s nest it had become. “I suppose we may as well. There’s only three more spots on my list, and they’re very unlikely. A small library on the wrong side of the tracks, a conservatory, and a candy shop she used to frequent when she was just a filly.”

“Another library? How many does a city need?”

Trixie sighed and rolled her eyes, well past the point of annoyance. “This many apparently. Don’t ask me. I’ve never really had much use for them, myself. My time in Mistress’ library is the most I’ve spent in one. Come on. Let’s stop by the candy shop first. I think we could both do with a pick-me-up. We’ll save the library for last, since it seems least likely.”

Flexing her aching wings, Gilda sighed as well. “Fine.” In a sotto voice, she added, “Worst damn day of my life since my first visit to Ponyville.”

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Backed up against the wall as she was, Twilight was sure that none of the stallions could get behind them, but that unfortunately put her uncomfortably close to Amira’s lush rump. They had been surrounded shortly after walking into the store, and it wasn’t until Twilight realized that the store sold adult merchandise exclusively that their avenue of escape had been cut off. The stallions immediately took notice of the exotic Arabian mare and wasted no time in moving in, trying to pick her up.

Amira, for her part appeared to be only half inclined to shoo the stallions off. She was enjoying the attention far too much, but even she was becoming a little upset at their forwardness. “So, how long you in town for, Sweetness?” A tall (but still shorter than her) chocolate brown stallion said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Amira smiled weakly, trying hard to not roll her eyes at the lack of subtlety from the would-be paramour. “Aheh. Just for today. You see, my husband and I-”

“Now what’s a beautiful flower like you doing, being stuck with just one fellah?” A strikingly handsome pegasus asked, flipping his mane in a way that even Amira had to admit made her heart flutter a little.

“Ah, you see, I’m actually very loy-”

A burly earth pony crowded closer, causing Amira to back up in order to avoid touching his sweaty, bulging muscles.”Yeah, just forget him, baby. We’ll take care of all your needs.” The stallion even went so far as to lean in and breathe her scent in deeply from her mane.

Twilight was squished between the wall and Amira’s quivering rump now, her nose bare inches from the mare’s moistening marehood. I have to do something! A Saddle Arabian’s marriage vows are sacred and held in such high regard that her sleeping with a stallion other than her husband could cause serious problems, not to mention that I’m supposed to be protecting her from all dangers, including her fidelity!

The stallions were closing in, easily scenting the mare’s arousal that egged them on to more boldness. Twilight saw one of the five ponies gently stroking a quivering cheek on Amira;s face, and something inside her snapped. Perhaps it was the pheromones being literally shoved up her nose, or maybe it was the fact that she had been on the edge of losing all self-control all day, but whatever the case, she had all she could stand and would stand no more.

Leaping atop a nearby counter, she shoved the stallions away with an almost careless gesture from her telekinesis, sending them flying into shelves and displays, the large earth pony ending up hanging helpless from a sex swing. Amira turned to her and gasped in surprise at the fifth leg that seemed to have sprouted from her guide’s nethers. Why, that’s almost as big as Haakim’s!

Twilight hooked her neck with one foreleg and pulled her close. “Stay away from my mare!” she shouted, and then they both disappeared in a flash of light.

The pegasus mare who ran the adult novelty store took one look at the mess and shook her head. “All right, boys. You know the price for messing up my store.” She calmly stood up on her hind legs with practiced ease and eased in a double-ended dildo that was as long and almost as thick as her foreleg, and tying the straps on so it wouldn’t fall out. With a flourish, she flicked a switch, and the rubber log came to wriggling life, buzzing with anticipation. “Who’s first?”

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Twilight and Amira appeared in an alleyway between two warehouses in a flash, scaring off a feral cat hunting for dinner in a trashcan. The taller mare turned to her companion, eyes sparkling. “Twilight, you’re-”

“A freak?” she answered for her with a snarl.

Amira laid a calming hoof on her cheek and forced their eyes to meet. “My hero. And heroes deserve rewards for valor.” With that, she leaned forward and kissed her. Their lips parted simultaneously, allowing tongues to meet and wrestle for dominance. While Amira’s was larger, Twilight was used to being the dominant partner in sexual endeavours, and easily made the larger mare submit with a delicious whimper the librarian recognized.

Weak in the knees, Amira pulled back, gasping for breath. “You’re not as naive as you pretend to be,” she said in a breathy whisper. Narrowing her eyes, she added, “That’s hot.” Indeed, a deep blush had overtaken not just her cheeks, but much of her face, and her panting breath came out in little cloudy puffs of wanton heat, heavily moistened by her tongue which lolled out of her mouth in anticipation.

With a devious smile, Twilight replied, “Milady, you have no idea with whom you’ve been toying all day.” Her horn glowed as her telekinesis piled them up next to the wall in a kind of impromptu stairway. Walking up the crates with a confidence that sent waves of appreciative lust through the taller mare, the unicorn mounted the boxes until she was eye level with her. Bracing herself against the wall with one foreleg, she stood upright, presenting her hungry cock for attention.

Unable to take her eyes off of the meat that was still only at half mast, Amira shook her head. “I- I- I can’t! I made a vow to my Haakim that no other stallion would touch me without his say so.”

Twilight looked down both ways of the alley then turned back to her and smiled. The mare was so entranced by the waving cock in front of her, that she unconsciously followed its every motion. “So? I don’t see any stallions here. Just two mares, enjoying what nature- and opportunity- has given them.” She leaned down and with her free hoof, brought Amira’s attention back up to her face. “I’ve read up on the wedding vows you shared with your husband. Very romantic, but it specifically said ‘no stallions’. While I may have certain similarities to stallions, I am far from being one myself. Besides, with what I’ve seen from you today, you have no problems with other mares.”

This appeared to be all the impetus Amira needed, and she eagerly bent forward to completely engulf the cock before her. Twilight had never felt anything quite like it before. Amira went all the way down her shaft, until her lips met with the mare’s body. Instantly, she was harder than she had ever been in her life since her first time with Lyra. Somehow, Amira was working her throat muscles in such a way that it felt like her cock was being massaged by a pussy, both up and down the shaft.

Twilight began humping into the mare’s face instinctively. She grabbed her by the mane in one hoof and laid the other on her cheek, letting her feel her girth slide back and forth, past the Arabian’s teeth and tongue. The unicorn’s own tongue dangled out of her mouth, and her crossed eyes stared off into space, seeing nothing, which was just as well, since she missed the silhouette of a griffon carrying a unicorn mare far overhead. With a final push and a grunt, Twilight emptied her sperm into Amira, bypassing her mouth and gullet entirely, forcing the dick as far down her throat as she could. Spurt after spurt of cream went directly into Amira’s stomach, much to her disappointment. The disappointment was short-lived, however, as Twilight pulled out and aimed her cock at the beautiful face before her, and painted it with two, three, five, then finally eight more strands of white come.

The dainty mare licked her face clean with her long tongue, unable to get the farthest reaching blasts, and decided to leave them there so she could enjoy the smell a bit longer. With delight, she noted that Twilight’s erection had not lessened in the least, and was still literally throbbing with need. Quietly clapping her hooves with delight, Amira turned around, and presented her rear with an almost vulgar eagerness, her tail lifted well clear and to the left of her marehood, that winked at Twilight invitingly. She wriggled at her, and looked back, a gleam in her eye as she winked, matching the involuntary action of her marehood.

Unable to stare for more than a few seconds at the scene of wantonness before her, Twilight laid one hoof on the quivering rump that jerked not away, but towards her, she wrapped the tail presented around her other hoof several times, getting a good grip on the appendage. The without preamble, she aimed her monster at the cave and in one smooth, swift action, hilted herself fully within the mare.

Amira let out a loud gasp of pleasure that echoed in the narrow alley’s walls, surprising both mares with the volume. Twilight leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “Best be quiet Your Highness. We wouldn’t want to be discovered in this position, now would we?” She banged her hips against the mare’s rump with a fleshy SLAP, and bit on her mane, yanking her head back sharply before letting the hair fall limply from her mouth. The princess’ muscles in her pussy shuddered in response to the obvious move of dominance, and she stifled another gasp that came out more like a quiet squeak.

Satisfied that their positions were understood, Twilight returned to the work of pleasuring the both of them, though with the way Amira was acting, she would likely be getting more out of this than she would. The prospect didn’t bother her in the least, however. Quite to the contrary, this rendezvous was quickly turning into one of her more pleasant memories. But that would be for reminiscing later; right now, there was a more than willing mare to be had.

Pulling her hips back with an obscene slurping sound, the librarian withdrew her cock until just the tip lay within her silky folds, then with a violent thrust, pushed in until the medial ring just touched her lips. She repeated this three times before thrusting deeper as far as she could twice. She repeated this over and over again, building up a rhythm that had Amira panting. Just as the mare got used to the pattern, Twilight changed to an erratic cadence that blew her mind.

A familiar sound brought Amira’s horrified gaze to the end of the alley, where she spotted two of Celestia’s Royal Guard. They were clearly searching for something, or more likely, somepony. One was checking behind some crates, while the other was scanning the crowd. She could hear the one scanning the crowd call out and wave to someone out there, whereupon a griffoness and a unicorn mare walked up to them. Even in the dangerous position in which she stood, she could not help but note that while the griffoness was not bad looking, the unicorn had a positively ravishing silver mane and lavender eyes.

The first guard stopped looking behind the boxes and all four stood for a moment and conversed. Twilight leaned forward again and whispered into her ear, “That mare and griffon are mine, too. Why, just last night, I had Trixie- my slave mare, you see- tied to the bed while I fucked her silly. Gilda- that lovely griffoness- sat on her face. I have to tell you, that those two are probably the wildest amongst my herd.” She felt Amira’s pussy grip her intruder tightly, as if trying to milk it. “You like that, don’t you? You like being taken by another mare, don’t you? You like knowing that even though I have a whole harem of my own, I still want you.”

Amira bit down on her hoof hard enough to leave toothmarks behind. A mewling whine could be barely heard, building up in the back of her throat, and her trembling knees were still supporting her only because they had locked somehow, leaving the muscles to twitch like she had just run a thirty-second mile. Sweat poured off of both mares, pooling at their hooves along with the dripping lubrication from the both of them. Still, the guards stood at the end of the alleyway, talking to the two members of Twilight’s herd, causing Amira’s heart to race at how close they were to being caught. Her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth stupidly, and her breath came in short, quiet gasps.

Finally, the guards seemed satisfied with whatever they wanted from the mare and griffoness, and sent them on their way. The alleyway seemingly forgotten, they too moved on, presumably in search of the very mares they had only to turn their heads in order to find. Amira let out a breath she had no idea she was holding, only to be surprised as Twilight grabbed the princess’ tail in her teeth, and yanked up hard, causing her to let out a squeak of surprise, and instinctively kick out backwards, sending the boxes Twilight had used to mount her falling to the ground.

Instead of falling, Twilight leaned over the taller mare once more, making sure the dock of Amira’s tail was clear of her body. Her penis was well, and truly stuck inside the mare below her, only able to move slightly. Slightly, but this was more than enough for both mares, as Twilight began humping furiously in short strokes, unable to control herself anymore. All four of her legs dangled several hooves above the ground, and jiggled almost comically as she brought both of them to a shuddering climax. Rope after rope of sticky sperm filled up Amira’s well, and was stirred up into a frothy mess that leaked out and pooled on the ground beneath them, mixing with the sweat and precome that had preceded it.

Staggering forward, Amira tripped and fell to the hard cobblestones, laying on her taut stomach. Her breath came in wheezing gasps, running counterpoint to the mare laying spent upon her back. Both were covered in so much sweat, they squeaked when they moved against one another. Twilight’s dick finally softened enough to flop free of its velvet prison, followed by a torrent of come. When Amira’s convulsing pussy finally expelled the last of the excess, the quite sizable pool of sexual secretions was prodigious enough to resemble a full carton of spilled milk.

Twilight staggered to her hooves, and walked over to the princess’ face and licked off the last of her cream which had decorated her face, savoring the taste of her own spendings. “You don’t have to worry about getting pregnant,” she whispered in her ear. “I have a spell that prevents it from happening to any mare I’m with.”

Amira looked up at her, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “If it were yours, love, I would not mind at all,” she said, rubbing her cheek against Twilight’s.

Twilight just grinned nervously and looked away.

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Fully cleaned up (courtesy of a quick visit to her parent’s house; empty since they were both at work), Twilight and Amira appeared in the same courtyard from which they had vanished. Twilight was a little disconcerted at how the taller mare practically hung on her every word or action. I don’t think I’d be quite so nervous if she weren’t already married; especially to the ruler of an allied nation. The very thought of what could happen if things go wrong, made her more than a little queasy.

They walked back into the hallway adjoining the garden, and were surprised to hear a somewhat familiar pair of voices. They halted, and watched as the two guards assigned to them walked around the bend, clearly fresh from a recent haranguing. They bore the hangdog expressions of letting down someone they clearly respected, and appeared fearful of their future prospects. All four ponies stood stock still, surprise and embarrassment clearly written on all their faces.

Just as Twilight was about to speak up to apologize, Two more familiar voices drifted down the hallway, causing all four of them to stiffen up all over again. Princess Celestia and Prince Haakim walked up behind the two guards, both of whom instinctively bowed low, followed a moment later by Twilight. Haakim and Celestia smiled at their good fortune. “Rise, My Little Ponies,” Celestia said in her lilting voice. “We were just coming to look for you two. I trust you weren’t boring our guest too much, My Faithful Student?”

Twilight seemed to be at a loss for words, and just fumbled with various vowels and syllables, with a blush overtaking her whole face. It was Amira who came to her rescue. “On the contrary, Your Highness, Miss Twilight has been an absolute delight and joy to me. Why, she even bought a nice lemonade for the ever so faithful bodyguards assigned to us, right?” she asked, looking pointedly at the nervous guards. Fortunately, they seemed to be rather quick on the uptake this time, and nodded silently. “Personally, I can’t wait for Miss Twilight to reciprocate the visit to Roughshod someday soon.”

Haakim laughed uproariously, and was joined by Celestia, who gave a tinkling laugh reminiscent of silver bells. “Excellent!” He said in his loud, boisterous voice. “I look forward to it as well!” He elbowed Celestia good-naturedly and added, “And you were worried she would be bored. Amira can find the fun in anything, Celestia. Well, we best be off. It’s a long trip back home, and I’m sure you all have much to do as well.” He turned towards the palace entrance where their carriage awaited, Amira falling into step behind him automatically. At the door, he turned and casually said over his shoulder, “And don’t worry about Amira’s clothes, should they turn up. She’s constantly losing them, anyway.”

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Twilight barely made it to her couch before she collapsed on it in exhaustion. Chrysalis waddled into the room and sat down next to her in what space was available. “Well don’t you look like five kilotrots of bad road. Want to talk about it?”

Twilight sighed and buried her face in the changeling’s chest. “I never knew diplomacy could be so exhausting. I feel like I just ran a marathon and sprinted the whole way through.”

Just then, the front door opened, and Gilda and Trixie walked in, looking even more ragged than Twilight felt. Trixie’s mane was all blown back much like Spitfire’s, Gilda’s normally well-groomed feathers were in complete disarray, and both were covered in sweat and grime. Twilight looked at them in complete shock and asked, “What happened to you two?”

The magician and griffon looked at each other, then back at Twilight and in unison, said, “Nothing.” With that, they marched upstairs to bathe.

Chrysalis nudged Twilight with her nose, causing her to look up at her. “So, Amira is still pretty demanding, huh?”

Twilight nodded. “Yeah, she- wait. How do you know who I was taking care of today, not to mention what she’s like?” she asked suspiciously.

With a feral grin, Chrysalis replied, “You don’t think Equestria was the only country where I’ve attempted a coup before, do you?”

Author's Note

Sssooo... yeah. This is what I had going in my head when I suggested the idea to Fusion. Don't get me wrong, I still like his chapter, especially what he did with Blueblood, but I needed to get this one down on paper as it were, so I could share it with everyone. Enjoy!