Who's Fucking?

Two sit quietly, staring at the lens of life: a camera. Every day, Soarin and Twilight Sparkle record themselves and post their recordings onto EquestrianVideos, a place where everypony can post their videos to earn bits. For this couple, the bits didn’t matter. Majority of the time, they donate the bits to local charities. Other times…

“You want to go first?”

...they buy some 'supplies'.

Twilight nods as she stares into the camera, her wings fluttering lightly in anticipation for the new video submission they are creating. She has wanted to share her love for her stallionfriend since the day she decided to go out with him. It’s been a year since they first started going out in secret and Twilight has been anxious in finally showing the public her handsome stallion. She wanted them to love him for who he is and she is going to show them.

Twilight takes a deep breath and begins her announcement, “Hello, citizens of Equestria.”

Across the land, several of those who had the newly technological feats stared at the screens of the visionary behind the advancement of magical power: Twilight Sparkle. Her calm, laid-back tone echoed in their ears as she continued, “I have an announcement to make.”

She glances over at Soarin with all the love she has in her eyes. “I wanted to let you all know that I…”

She stopped.

The world in her head burst to flames.

She couldn’t say those words.

If she did, Equestria could turn into a giant land full of sparkling iguanas that cook apples with easy bake ovens.

Equestria could fall to a giant horde of vicious stuffed teddy bears riding horseback on multiple clones of Braeburn.

Equestria could turn into a giant marshmallow with purple hair and a horrifying desire to sew ponies together with needles the size of the Royal Equestrian Treasury, whos poor failing economy has left as much worth as Shining Armor’s sex life: little to none.

Equestria co—

“Twilight?” Soarin asks, raising an eyebrow. “Are you alright?”

After going down the slide of Equestria’s fall, Twilight wondered if she’ll ever recover. “I… am alright.”

Soarin sighs and scoots his chair over, putting him in view of the camera. With a smile on his face, he wraps a wing around his beloved and says, “We’re fucking.”

The crowds across the globe gasp in unison. The air around them has been sliced in half due to all of this shock, causing some ponies to even faint.

Twilight nor Soarin will never know this as they continue their video. “That’s right,” Twilight says as she nuzzles her stallion’s neck. “We’re fucking a lot.”

Soarin’s eyes widen. “Twilight!” He brings his hooves to her shoulders. “You didn’t need to mention quantity!”

“But I wanted to,” Twilight says seductively. “You wanted to help me announce our wonderful relationship in every single aspect.” She slowly straddles her stallion, a light blush on her cheeks. “Unless you’re too chicken, flyboy.”

Seeing his love straddling him on camera in front of millions of possible viewers made him blush tenfold. He could feel the heat radiating off her magical body as if the magic inside her had its own heating source. “I-I’m not chicken,” he struggled to say as his love rubbed the possible heat source along his regulatory joystick. “B-but I know how to make one squawk.”

Twilight was unable to even gather the thought before her stallion used his primaries to rub her secondaries in third pony view. She couldn’t even hold back a moan, the heat inside of her boiling like that one time at School of Gifted Unicorns, when she thought that Celestia really was as hot as the sun and went in deep to investigate. Thankfully, she didn’t find the extremely hot source, otherwise she’d be burned to a magical sparkly crisp.

Shaking her head from those misadventures, Twilight continued to grind her stallion’s wondertool. “Y-you weren’t lying,” she states in complete euphoria. “I feel like I’m Soarin!”

Soarin bops her nose. “No, I’m Soarin! You’re Twiflight Sparkbolt!”

She stops her sexual grinding to comprehend his statement. “Soarin’!” she whines. “You cannot mention my Wonderbolt nickname on camera!”

As the scene begins to unfold, the crowd stares in astonishment while some quickly shield their children’s eyes. On camera was Twilight Sparkle: her usual regal attire now dismantled as her stallion rutted her “magical brewing cauldron of harmony” with his “lengthy divebomber of wonder”. The two ponies moaned and groaned as Soarin continued to shove his Wonderbolt into her large, pink book binding.

“Soarin!” she shouts while being slammed against the table as her stallion used her services to create a whole new brew.

The stallion grimaces as he continues the act, “Yes?”

She moans loudly. “Pull out!”

In a pitch effort to swoop right the fuck out of there, he bats his wings, causing him to shoot right out of her magic guild and into the air, the white Wonderbolt delight shooting out like a water gun without recoil. “T-Twilight!” he shouts in alarm, the feeling of ecstasy and utter release overtaking his mind.

Still reveling over her stallion’s care, she sighs and looks up. “Ye-oh my stars!” She observes her stallion’s panicked expression as multiple copies of his all exclusive VIP backstage passes exit his automatic bolt gun in a white, sticky, liquidated form. The Wonderbolt begins to release stallion tears, upset that his rod could not stop spewing backstage passes; his boss will be pissed.

Knowing her days could end rather abruptly if she couldn’t stop her stallion’s false printing ability, Twilight Sparkflightbolt rushed up to his aid. “Soarin!”

“I-I can’t stop bolting out copies!” he shouts, staring at his Wonder Rod™. “It’s making them in intricate!”

Twilight could not stop staring at it: the distinct engraving on his white, wavy passes drew her closer. She couldn’t help it; they smelled so… intoxicating. She just needed a lick to mark them with her seal of approval. After all, Equestrian’s copyright laws clearly state that a Princess of a higher caliber must approve of marketable items by using any sort of notifier that can indicate approval. In this case, Twilight thought her tongue could be a perfect match.

Soarin could only stare as he saw his lover, Twibolt Sparkflight inch closer and closer to his impeccable honorary rod of boltlihood. His mind couldn’t even handle the situation right now; his fucking meaty pipe wouldn’t stop painting their camera white. If it continues he might just pa—

“Holy Fucking Shit, Twilight!” Soarin shouts, raffling off words that he didn’t even know could go together at that moment. He couldn’t care if the camera was recording anymore. All he could care about was the mare who was massaging the underside of his copying machine with her harmony-based toner.

Twilight moans as she takes in his “distinguished award” in one whole swing, gripping the large rod tightly in her wet drive-thru. She services it with ease, licking up and down and around the bend, hoping to not miss one spot of her delectable treat.

“T-Twilight,” Soarin mutters out in desperation as he eyes the mare of all mares. “Y-you’re too good at sucking on my Wonder Dong™.”

The Wonder Dong continued to spew out multitudes of unauthorized backstage passes. Twilight is currently trying to keep up, sucking on its large exit with her equally, if not larger muzzle. Twilight thought she would be choking on his special deliveries, but she wasn’t; the passes weren’t big enough to do that to her. However, if she got it to release in a quicker fashion, then she might have to pull off. She sighs, dismissing the thought of being drowned in her stallion’s delicacy. She continues to service him, feeling the white stuff that she’s been approving of slide down her passageway and into the Authentication Center of Equestrian Resources. Twilight knew that there, these passes could reside and frolic freely.

The low, throaty moans of her stallion spurs her on, bobbing her head up and down Soarin’s long donger. She couldn’t resist taking him all in, bargaining that the explosion of his second coming wouldn’t make her turn into a star in the sky. She takes a second to pop off his Wonder Sprayer™ to ask, “Are you close?”

“C-Close?!” he tries to shout as less of his fresh ink exits his inner workings. “I don’t even know if I’ve stopped printing!”

The dilemma has soared to new heights. Twilight must make a decision: let him print his copies inside her or redirect his ramp off the edge of the balcony.

In seconds, she knew what had to be done.

She waves her flank in front of her stallion’s eyes. “Soarin…”

Soarin stares at the welcomed sight, the bindings of her inner being put on display for him. “Y-you want me?”

Twilight moans in anticipation. “Insert it… in my gluteus maximus!”

Soarin pauses. “Your what?”

Twilight groans. “My anus you fucking hot, sexy featherbrain!”

He gasps in shock. “Twilight you know the camera is still recording, right?”

“I-I, I need it now,” she stutters, ignoring his question. “I can’t take this harsh treatment of our only camera, Soarin.”

He turns his attention to the camera. The poor magically powered device is covered in his ink. The rod continues to pump out rope after rope onto it. He sighs and turns back to Twiflight Soarpkle’s anus. It looks presentable, no brown shit in sight. He didn’t want to get shitdicked, not after the last one.

He positions himself above her and slowly-but-surely smashes his Wonder Donger inside her Harmony Pot. In that swift movement, the mare screamed loudly, feeling the burn of his meat inside her. The pressure was so tight, she couldn’t handle it.

“We’re so fucking,” Soarin states out flat, grimacing all the while.

“Shut up,” Twilight says as she begins to bounce up and down his designated flyer’s seat. “And take me.”

Boy, did he take her.

All the while, the crowd quickly dispersed while those who were too infatuated with the situation clopped furiously to the scene in front of them. They couldn’t believe how much fucking was taking place in that one scene. They never knew that Soarin could dismantle Twilight’s professional demeanor in one, rough swing of his Wonder Rod. Some even wanted to know where they could find this product. After all, Twilight did say she was keeping copies of the data… right?