Nine Hours Previously

As the door to the apartment flew open, the two mares stumbled into the living room, their lips locked in a fierce battle for supremacy while their forehooves sought to keep the other captured in a tight embrace, their wings although not fully erect, were rigid in their half furled state while the door swung closed under its own momentum with an almighty slam.

Their lips smacked and their tongues pushed forward mercilessly, dominating the other mare’s mouth the very moment an opening was available for the plunge; pillaging every inch at their disposal.

Neither could shut their drunken gazes as they stared at each other with a passion that matched their fierce intensity, tasting the alcohol on each others tongue while relishing in the intoxicated, hormone tainted blood that pumped through their bodies from rapidly beating hearts, exciting every inch of their flesh with goose bumps.

Eventually, Spitfire’s flank crashed against the back of her couch, ceasing their violent and lust filled dance before they could venture any further into the apartment.

Unwrapping her forelegs from around Twilight Sparkle’s neck, Spitfire placed her hooves against the couch, her back arching against the continued advance of Twilight’s tireless kisses that was threatening to push the Wonderbolt over.

Each mare panted heavily through their nostrils, unwilling to break the kiss for something as meager as letting air to flow past their tonsils while there was something far more inviting and far tastier to occupy their mouths; a wriggling mass that was sloppy with saliva, rough in its invasion and hot in its unrelenting thirst for more.

Finally, Twilight Sparkle broke the kiss only to slither her lips against Spitfire’s exposed neck as the mare tilted back her head, allowing the Princess total access to that part of her body as she showered kisses along its length, licking each time to elicit a rasped moan from Spitfire’s glistening, grinning lips.

“P-Princess, you’re a great kisser—ahh…” Spitfire could barely string a sentence together as she felt her superior’s mane and kisses tickle their way down the length of her stomach, her body pressing heavily against the back of the couch as if trying to seek an escape from a sensation that was driving her mind wild with a determination she never expected to harbor towards a Princess.

Trembling as she stood helplessly on just her hindhooves, Spitfire turned her head down just enough to eagerly observe Twilight Sparkle’s lips continue their decent towards a particular part of her body that yearned—no demanded to be touched by either hoof or tongue.

With one hoof settling against the couch, Spitfire reached a hoof to stroke Twilight’s horn, gazing at it hungrily as she entertained the thought of wrapping her lips around the phallic shape to suck upon it.

She had heard hornjobs were quite an experience for a unicorn and wondered if the same would apply for alicorns.

Licking her lips in anticipation, Spitfire finally closed her eyes as she felt a tongue reach the crook between her right hind leg and her pelvis, her body quaking with excitement as a moan quivered in her throat.

“Mmmm~don’t stop, Princess—”

“Sparkle. Call me Sparkle.” Twilight interjected firmly as she nipped at the flesh of the inner part of her stifle.

Spitfire felt her breath hitch in her throat at the nip so close to her vagina. “Ah! Y-yes, sure, whatever you want, Sparkle, just don’t stop.”

With a permanent blush fixed upon her cheeks, Spitfire gasped in surprise as she felt a set of hooves press against her chest and nudge her just enough for the mare to lose balance completely, causing her to fall back over the couch and to land softly upon her neck, trapped in a head over heels position.

“Hey! That could have hurt me, you know. I’m all for a bit of rough foreplay but that… is…” Spitfire felt her words trail away as Twilight Sparkle smirked down seductively at Spitfire as she peered over the couch, capturing one of Spitfire’s rear hooves as it flailed in the air, drawing the hoof towards her lips so she could plant a kiss on the fetlock.

Spitfire ceased any attempt to wiggle herself out of her compromising position, feeling a set of lips suddenly suckle the flesh close to her hoof before the wondrous, squirming sensation of Twilight Sparkle’s tongue raked against the underside of it.

“Ahhhhh~th-that’s good,” Spitfire breathed, “that’s really good. I’m not really into hoof play but that’s... damn...”

Twilight drew back her tongue and licked her lips, completely unsure if the hoof tasted good, given that she could only taste whiskey at this point. However, by the way Spitfire had reacted to the stimulation, the way every muscle in the mare’s leg had seized up the very moment her tongue touched the hoof, Twilight could only assume she was doing something right.

“How good?” Twilight worked her hooves against the flesh of Spitfire’s captured leg, massaging it while she rained gentle kisses against the toe.

“V-very good.” Spitfire groaned, her eyelids fluttering as she simply relaxed into her fate. “You have no idea.”

Twilight Sparkle giggled, a very out of character and very devilish noise that caused a grin to spread across Spitfire’s lips.

“As far as first kisses go... I have to say, Sparkle, that was one amazing kiss.” Spitfire parted her eyelids to gaze lovingly up at Twilight Sparkle’s smirking face as the mare slipped her tongue out once again to assault Spitfire's hoof. “Haahhh~I need more than this.”

Spitfire squirmed on the couch, reaching a forehoof down to slowly work in a circular motion against her vagina, the labia drenched with the Wonderbolt’s excitement.

“I’ll tell you what, Captain,” Twilight Sparkle spoke as she licked her lips, drawing her attention away from the hoof to observe Spitfire begin her masturbation, “why don’t you go into your room and slip into something a little more… dashing?”

“Hm?” Spitfire’s paused for a moment, her blissful expression looking back up at Twilight with a raised brow. “Like what?”

“I have a thing for a pony in uniform,” Twilight admitted, leaning down between Spitfire’s legs as she drew her muzzle close to the mare’s vagina, granting the wet nether region a simple kiss before continuing in a hot, breathy whisper, “I also want to know how it feels ripping it from your body before we fuck.”

Spitfire’s eyes rolled back as she simply nodded her head. “Who would have thought, you were this—”

“Dirty?” Twilight mused innocently. “How about I show you instead of just talking about it? You know what they say about the quiet ones...”

Spitfire resisted a chuckle. "Yeah... no kidding."

Author's Note

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~

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