Chapters Twilight Sparkle knew she had woken up from her pleasant dreams the moment she could taste just how dry, metallic and uncomfortable her mouth was.
Every fiber of her being yearned for the toilet to relieve her full bladder and for a cooling glass of water to dampen her dry, chapped lips and unfortunately for her, the bed was far too warm and way too insanely comfortable to want to even remove herself from under the sheets.
What’s that buzzing sound in my head?
Her body ached. The very moment she straightened her back, flexed her legs and stretched her wings, Twilight Sparkle winced at just how stiff she was, releasing a pathetic whimper as she curled back into herself.
Urgh… I feel terrible… and I so need to pee.
Releasing a blubbering whimper as she turned over on the spot, Twilight Sparkle decided to lay face down with her legs spread wide, burying her face into the pillow as her wings lazily drooped to either side of her body.
Why won’t that buzzing noise go away?! How much did I have to drink?
I better get up before I pee the bed or something.
Resigned to her fate, she lifted her head from the bed and opened her eyes.
The very moment she cracked open her eyelids, Twilight Sparkle’s world became a swarm of bright, vivid lights that poured in from the nearby window, momentarily blinding her in a dizzying daze that instantly throbbed within the very center of her brain.
Well, at least the buzzing stop…
Her eyes clenched immediately at the offensive sun’s mid-morning rays of light, her head flopping back down onto the pillow, turning to face away from the window.
The buzzing’s back again...
“I feel like I am going to be sick,” Twilight grumbled to herself, “why does everything hurt so bad?”
As Twilight’s mind kicked into gear, attempting to shake its cobwebs by and to remember what happened last night, something suddenly occurred to her about her pillow; it did not seem right…
It felt odd.
Lumpy almost, in one particular area.
Cracking open her eyes just enough, Twilight lifted her head off of the pillow with as much effort as she could muster and then used her magic to lift the plush object from off of the bed.
The buzzing only intensified, as her exhausted, bloodshot eyes came face to face with a purple, transparent vibrator that was set to its lowest setting, trembling upon the bedsheet while the bulbous tip rotated at a slight angle.
“Oh ,” Twilight Sparkle voice became flat as she stared at the sex toy, “that’s why.”
Levitating it up into the air while using her magic to switch it off, Twilight Sparkle noted the glistening sheen of lubrication which coated the shaft. Squinting, Twilight Sparkle drew it towards her nose and took a sniff, frowning a little as she forced herself to look properly around the bedroom while she discarded the toy upon a nearby bedside cabinet.
“This… this isn’t my room…”
Confused and still very much in need of a pee, Twilight Sparkle forced herself to slip across the bed and to disembark the comfortable prison with a whimper, standing upon her throbbing hooves as yet another strange sensation overrode her nausea.
Her flank ached.
Really ached.
As if someone had been smacking it with a paddle repeatedly.
Taking several painful steps forward, Twilight winced and perked her ears up to the curious sound of something dragging along the floor behind her.
Barely able to hold up her head, Twilight Sparkle looked down underneath herself with ease, eyes subtly widening at the long string of black anal beads that were hanging down between her rear legs and dragging across the floor behind her.
“Wh...what ?”
Unable to even comprehend being embarrassed all thanks to her raging hangover, Twilight Sparkle gently pulled at the beads with her magic, shuddering and wincing as one by one, the conjoined black balls popped out of her twitching pucker until the anal instrument fell into a heap upon the ground behind her.
“Ow-ow-ow-ow …” Twilight lifted a hoof and reached round to rub at her flank, massaging the area.
Even though looking at almost every object in the room assaulted her gaze with how bright everything seemed, Twilight Sparkle finally decided to drink in the bedroom which she clearly did not recognize.
It was prim, proper and quite bare. However, she could tell by the frilly drapes surrounding the windows and the velveteen, yellow bed sheets (and if the sex toys were any indication to go by) that she was in fact inside some mare’s bedroom.
But to whom did it belong?
There were no pictures or anything too evident to give it away.
Trotting over to the window while lifting a hoof to press against her forehead, Twilight Sparkle gasped softly as she looked out across the all too familiar scenery that was Canterlot.
“I’m… I’m in Canterlot ?” Twilight Sparkle closed her eyes finally, unable to take anymore of the sun’s glare, falling back onto her rump with a pained gasp while she rubbed at her closed eyelids with both of her hooves in slow, soothing circular motions. “I… I don’t understand… I was in Ponyville... at Sweet Apple Acres… we were having a slumber party and then… and then we started drinking Applejack’s scrumpy apple cider… we played truth or dare… spin the bottle … pin the tail on the pony… and then, I think Rainbow Dash said she wanted to hit the town or something.”
A sudden rush of nausea rushed up Twilight’s throat, causing the mare to press a hoof against her lips and break her trail of thought.
“I’m never drinking, ever, ever again… but, how did I end up here?”
“Oh! You’re awake? I thought I heard somepony talking.”
Twilight Sparkle barely noticed the arrival of another pony in the room, so naturally, the very moment the voice of another quite literally came out of nowhere, Twilight Sparkle yelped in surprise, flailing her hooves as she fell back down onto the ground.
Somewhat more sober thanks to the sudden fright, Twilight’s wide eyes stared up at the smirking face of a pony she certainly had not expected to see.
“Captain S-Spitfire ?”
Spitfire moved to stand over the fallen Twilight Sparkle, leaning down to nuzzle in the crook of her neck. “Morning, Sparkle. How are you feeling?”
“I-I… I am not sure …” Twilight laughed nervously. “A little hungover, if anything…”
A sudden nip to her neck caused Twilight’s wings to erect suddenly beneath her.
Spitfire chuckled in a sultry manner as she drew her muzzle to brush the tip against Twilight’s own, the Wonderbolt’s Captain eyes melting into a loving and sultry manner. “I am sorry I left the bed a little early, but I needed to clean up after our,” she ran circles upon Twilight’s chest with a forehoof, blushing heavily as she did so, “little training session last night. I have to say, though, making me wear my uniform and giving me orders the way you did was a real turn on, Princess.”
Swallowing hard, Twilight felt suddenly very sober. “Um , I’m sorry, but, what ?”
Frowning a little, Spitfire idly prodded her chest. “Don’t be so cruel, pretending you don’t know what happened… you came on to me, first, remember?” Whispering in a seductive manner, Spitfire lowered herself to lay on top of Twilight, who squirmed nervously below her weight. “I’ve never been with anypony like you before. I was a little shocked at first that a Princess would be interested in somepony like me, but, I have to say, you really know how to work your hooves... your tongue —I never knew a unicorn could use their horn like that, either. You really opened my eyes to a whole new world of bliss.”
What did I do?!
“U-uh, heheh ,” Twilight chuckled nervously, trying to avoid the mare’s seductive gaze, “S-Spitfire , could you perhaps explain to me, what , exactly happened last night? I'm a little confused.”
Spitfire drew back blinking. “You can’t be serious?”
“Well, you see… I can’t really remember anything …” Twilight offered with a sympathetic smile. “About—uh , how we got here or how—um , well, you know … what we may or may not have did?”
A little disheartened, Spitfire stood back to her hooves, no longer pressing against the prone mare, looking down at her with a frown. “Wait a minute, are you telling me you forgot everything ? The bar, the dancing, our first kiss ...?”
Twilight shook her head.
“You even forgot that ?”
“I—uh, apologize ?” Twilight offered with a meek smile, her face burning with a blush that burnt along with her consistent headache. “I’m really sorry, Captain Spitfire, but I just can’t remember anything after Ponyville.”
“Wow, you really were completely out of it last night, huh ? Let me put it this way; you certainly didn't act like it much! Rainbow Dash did tell me you were never that spontaneous and energetic, but I never knew that how—”
“Rainbow Dash?” Twilight looked up at Spitfire, trying her best not to sound too perplexed. “Was Rainbow Dash here in the city as well?”
“Yeah. The last time I saw her was when we all parted outside my apartment. I think Rainbow Dash and my team went on to another couple of bars afterwards, but I haven’t heard from them since. You were quite insistent that you wanted to go to bed, because you had some important meeting to go to at the castle this morning, so I offered my couch instead of you traveling back to Ponyville by train by yourself… of course, I later found out the hard way that your little story was a complete lie.” Spitfire stared down at Twilight, smiling mischievously. “The truth was you wanted to; and I quote, ‘give me the biggest wingboner of my life ,’ before you practically jumped me in the hallway. I had to fight you off until we got into the apartment.”
Twilight gawked up at Spitfire. “I … I don’t remember any of that.”
“Well, Princess, it happened. Among other things.”
Twilight dreaded the answer considering the state she woke up in. “... like what?”
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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 ."
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Wiping the sweat from her brow, Spitfire tugged at the skintight aerodynamic suit until her wings popped out of the designated holes upon her back, giving them a single flex as she shifted on the spot, completely alone in her bedroom while she got herself ready as per the Princess’s demands.
“I never thought I would be using my uniform this way,” Spitfire mused, “come to think of it I can’t believe I am agreeing with this. It’s a good thing I’ve got several replacements. I’ve got a feeling Sparkle wasn’t joking when she said she is going to rip this off of me.”
As she stretched out her legs, Spitfire could feel the fabric around the area of her vagina soaking up her excitement, creating a wet patch she could feel expanding with every passing second; the air cooling the damp fabric resulting in quite the pleasant sensation of hot flesh against something cold.
Trotting over to her bedside cabinet, Spitfire opened the third drawer and drew out a bottle of Jack Daniel, setting it onto the cabinet with a sigh, her lips curling into an excited smile as her thoughts returned to the Princess that patiently awaited her back in the livingroom.
As far as mares go, Twilight was not one of the wildest and most spontaneous she had ever been with. Though, she was fast climbing the ladder in regard to that estimation.
“Not to mention, she’s a Princess,” Spitfire muttered to herself, still amazed that this was happening at all, “I suppose in a way, she could have anyone she wanted,” for reasons she couldn’t explain, that prospect summoned a sour smile upon her lips she could not control, “maybe it’s the alcohol driving her but, who am I to say no? It’s not like I’ve slept with anypony for a while and to be honest, I’m a little tipsy myself, but not that much.”
Spitfire knew she was attractive, but she never fathomed she would pull royalty to her apartment, let alone Princess Twilight Sparkle, the Element of Magic and a savior of Equestria many times over.
It was an opportunity Spitfire could not pass up and not because it was a notch upon her near nonexistent belt, but due to the fact the mare was really kind of cute, even in her intoxicated, sex crazed form.
Their time at the bar was fraught with intelligent conversation that tapered off the more they drank until eventually, Twilight Sparkle suggested they hit the dance floor during Rainbow Dash’s explicit encouragement that the mare go and ‘loosen up .’
Spitfire was stunned at first to be led onto the floor with the Princess towing her along, but figured no harm would come of it.
It was safe to say the Princess’s moves were a little erratic and somewhat awkward and yet, somehow interesting to watch nonetheless.
Did the mare notice Spitfire’s intrigued stares? She had figured she had managed to conceal her ogling of Twilight Sparkle’s swaying flank and swishing tail, but it would seem considering where they had ended up, the Princess had indeed noticed.
Why else would Twilight Sparkle make the first move? Spitfire knew she was giving out all kinds of signals towards the other mare at the time, unintentionally losing herself to the moment a few times by bumping and brushing flanks, but she figured given how the mare didn’t necessarily reciprocate her advances, she had failed.
How wrong she was.
If anything, as they danced together in the club, Spitfire saw herself being able to fall in love with someone like her if she wasn’t so wrapped up in her career as a Wonderbolt.
“Don’t go putting a downer on the night now, Spitfire.” She uncapped the bottle of Jack Daniels and gave the bottle a gulp, sighing in satisfaction as the liquor warmed her insides and kept her intoxicated buzz going. “Just enjoy it. Even if it will be for one night. For once, somepony is chasing after you and not for an autograph.” Spitfire chuckled as she looked to the bottle of Jack pinned between her forehooves. “Even if she is completely out of my league.”
Drawing the bottle towards her lips, Spitfire took yet another mouthful of whiskey before quickly setting the bottle down upon the bedside cabinet, resolute to return to the living room and push doubtful thoughts aside.
She had a mare waiting for her.
A hoof upon her flank caused Spitfire to swing her head to the side, coming face to face with Twilight Sparkle who had snuck up on her during her little monologue.
Swallowing the alcohol down forcefully, Spitfire coughed and spluttered into a hoof. “H-how long—”
Twilight Sparkle manouvered herself so that she could stand in front of Spitfire, a hoof lifting to place against the yellow mare’s muzzle, her expression affectionate, seemingly moved to tears as they crept to the corners of her large, beautiful purple eyes.
Spitfire wiped her lips with a hoof, captivated by those eyes and troubled that she had said something to ruin the mood. “Princess , I… I am sorry if you heard any of that.” Her lips curled into a sad smile. “I didn’t mean to ruin the—”
“No, Spitfire, you didn’t ruin anything.” Shaking her head, Twilight Sparkle looked to the whiskey bottle Spitfire had discarded and then back to her. “Do you really think that?”
Placing a hoof against Twilight’s chest, Spitfire dropped her gaze down the mare’s lips. “To be honest, yeah . I mean, you’re Twilight Sparkle . You’re pretty famous you know; you’re a Princess to boot. I suppose in some small way, this all feels like some kind of crazy dream.”
“Well, being Captain of the Wonderbolts, you’re pretty famous yourself, besides ...” Twilight summoned her magic to lift the bottle of whiskey up into the air while her sparkling eyes half lidded, becoming sultry and seductive once again, “I suppose I best prove you wrong about ruining the mood, hm ?”
Levitating the bottle over to her lips, Spitfire watched in horror as Twilight Sparkle begun to chug down its contents.
“W-whoa , Princess! You’ve drunk way too much as it is! I’m surprised you’re able to string a sentence together let alone stand !” Lifting a hoof up to hopefully pull the bottle away from Twilight’s lips.
Instead, as she pulled the half drunk bottle away from Twilight, the Princess struck out with her lips and captured Spitfire’s own, forcefully parting them with a tongue as they interlocked into yet another passionate kiss.
Shocked, not because Twilight Sparkle had yet again launched another surprise attack when Spitfire had least expected it, but because as their lips parted the exchange of saliva was not the only thing that flowed between them.
Whiskey was pushed into her mouth, causing Spitfire’s eyes to widen, savouring both the taste of the bourbon and the sensation of a tongue swimming around in her mouth, while they gulped down in little trickles at a time of the curious mixture of saliva and whiskey.
With a final smack of lips, the mares parted, desperately trying to suck air into their lungs, their half lidded eyes gazing silently at the other as the remnants of whiskey drooled from the corners of their lips.
Swallowing, Spitfire parted her lips to speak and yet instead found herself releasing a single, moan filled chuckle.
Twilight Sparkle mirrored the same sentiment, though turned to purposefully trot away from Spitfire, leaving the dumbfounded mare to follow her as they moved to stand at the foot of the bed.
“Who said I needed to stand?” Twilight Sparkle grinned mischievously while she crawled up onto the bed, poised with her rear in the air and her flank presented to Spitfire, her rear hooves sprayed and her tail lifted just enough to allow Spitfire to glimpse the wet folds of her aching, wet vagina. "Come on, Captain , come over here and give your Princess fifty licks . Don’t keep me waiting here all day or I might have to detained you for insubordination ."
Spitfire stared on in excitement, returning the smirk with one of her own as she stepped forward towards the presented flank, completely infatuated with the bold and daring mare before her. "As you command , Princess."
Lifting her forelegs up, Spitfire placed her hooves on either side of Twilight Sparkle’s flank, dipping her head below the mare’s tail to bring her muzzle within an inch of the mare’s vagina.
Whether or not it was the alcohol effecting her, Spitfire’s mouth felt suddenly dry as she stared at the moist folds of the Princess, still completely unsure how she had managed to get to this point in time, but silently thankful nonetheless.
Pushing her hooves outwards upon Twilight’s rump, the Wonderbolt felt a gasp drift past her lips as the labia parted just enough for Spitfire to spot the small erect nub that her tongue yearned to taste. Then, as she poked out her tongue she pressed her lips against the moistness, drinking in the aroma of Twilight’s excitement through her nose with a groan that bubbled in her throat.
A simple lick against the clit was enough to cause Twilight’s body to tremble and for the mare to whimper in bliss.
Spitfire giggled, unable to contain her glee. “Wow, Sparkle, you’re really wet down here. How long have you been like this?”
“S-since the dance,” Twilight admitted in a playful whine, wiggling her flank a little as if to prove a point, “you’ve been doing this to me since then, Shpitfire. Touchin ’ my flank; such a tease. So, just, lick me already… please ? You’ve got forty nine left to go and I don’ think I can wait any longer.”
Rolling her eyes, Spitfire narrowed her eyes as she noted the lightest of twitches of Twilight’s labia, causing the mare to giggle as she pushed her lips against it as demanded, pushing her tongue against the folds and squirming the flailing mass to work against Twilight’s erect clitoris.
Spitfire was not sure what was more exhilarating; the taste of the Princess or the noises she made as the Wonderbolt went to work on her.
“Haahhhh~f-fuck…”
The noises.
It was definitely the noises.
The more she listened, the further Spitfire’s mouth parted, encapsulating the entirety of the mare’s vagina in her mouth just as her tongue slipped through the folds and then dipped into the tight, warm velveteen confines of Twilight Sparkle’s body, pulling, seeking to lap up and drink the secreting bodily fluids the mare’s vagina provided for lubrication.
“S-sweet, C-Celestia ! Th-that’s sho ...” Twilight drew a foreleg in front of her lips to bite down upon, moaning into it as her tail swished from side to side in her bliss, her wings fully erect and thrusting sporadically as she felt Spitfire’s tongue dive into her body in places that no other pony had ever gone before.
Spitfire drew back, giving a weak smile as she observed the area drenched with a mixture of her own saliva and Twilight’s juices. “Mmm , you taste as sweet as I figured you would, Princess. Mind giving me a bit more, hmm ? I want to suck as much of the moisture from your pussy as possible.”
“D-d-don’t c-call it that!” Twilight exclaimed embarrassingly.
"So there's some innocence left in you, then?" The Wonderbolt drove her tongue back into Twilight Sparkle, causing the mare to yelp out a muffled groan as she smothered her mouth against her foreleg to contain her cries of drunken euphoria.
If this was indeed a dream Spitfire hoped it would never end. She had been with mares before, but never had it been this passionate. Never had she felt such pride in knowing that the mare she was giving oral to was enjoying it as much as she was.
Spitfire barely felt the urge to touch herself, for her own actions and the noises Twilight Sparkle were making were just enough to cause a trickle of her own juices to make the slow journey down her hindlegs.
Although the urge to fill the space inside of her with a phallic object was great, far greater was her desire to make the Princess reach her orgasm.
She wanted Twilight to scream out her name; she wanted the Princess to squirm in delight.
Spitfire wanted her and there was nothing that was going to stop her tongue as it lashed, writhed and squirmed frantically, her jaw tightening the harder she worked to attain Twilight’s climax, her muzzle practically pushing uncomfortably against Twilight’s flank the more eager she became.
Lost in her satisfaction, Spitfire felt something peculiar flare up inside of her. Not so much irritation but a certain kind of desperation that just seemed to motivate her.
Spitfire’s breath hitched in her throat as she pulled from the vagina to release a feral, almost angry growl. “Cum already, Sparkle! My jaw’s about to drop off!”
Twilight’s lips pulled back from her foreleg, spittle drooling from her lips as her wide, bliss filled eyes rolled up towards the ceiling as Spitfire dove back in rougher than before.
“Haahhh~I-I!” A sudden spark of magic ejected itself from Twilight’s horn, her moans pouring from her mouth in a consistent stream until rising to a crescendo in a desperate scream that ended with every muscle in her body locking up and her breath croaking past a grinning, loose lipped smile.
Spitfire pulled back, her eyes clenching shut, giggling in between her gasps as Twilight Sparkle reached her orgasm and her vagina released two sudden squirts that splattered against Spitfire’s face, soddening her fur on her muzzle in a sheen.
Able to open one eye, Spitfire continued her chuckle as she watched Twilight Sparkle’s body slump belly down onto the bed, her hooves and wings sprayed weakly around her.
“Heh, wow , you were really backed-up, Sparkle .” Lifting up a hoof, Spitfire rubbed at her closed eyelid to try and get rid of the liquid there, basking in the erotic, feeble moans that emanated from the felled Princess, her tongue reaching out to collect as much of Twilight’s moisture clinging to the fur about her muzzle as she could.
Using her wings, Spitfire flitted into the air and landed before Twilight’s euphoric and grinning face. Spitfire gazed down lovingly at the mare, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the mare’s forehead as she knelt down, satisfied sexually herself, even if she did not get to reach her own orgasm.
“S-Shpitfire~hahh… th-that was ...” Twilight spluttered, shaking her head side to side in disbelief as she continued to ride the afterglow.
“Amazing?” Spitfire arched a brow, offering her a smug grin. “I’ve heard I’m good with my tongue,” she worked her jaw left and right, “I thought you would never cum; my mouth is killing me.” Her eyes left Twilight’s feeble gaze before slipping over Twilight’s horn, which was aglow with a lavender aura that seemed to pulse along with what she assumed to be Twilight’s heartbeat.
For whatever reason, Spitfire could not contain herself. She wanted to hear more of Twilight’s rapture and so, returning to her almost forgotten thoughts of a hornjob, Spitfire decided now would be the best time to act upon it, considering how she suspected that her partner would be less than able to resist against it given her current state.
Closing her eyes and opening her mouth, Spitfire bent forward and locked her lips upon the tip of Twilight’s horn before slipping her lips down halfway, smirking to herself as she heard Twilight’s surprised and pleasurable gasp resound against the walls once more.
“S-Spitfire, n-not there—”
She didn’t listen. Drawing her head back, her lips dragged up the shaft until her tongue tickled the sharp point of the horn, before parting her lips and pushing back down again.
Although it did not taste of anything in particular, Spitfire could feel millions upon millions of tiny somethings crackling and snapping in her her mouth, as if somepony had smothered Twilight’s horn with popping candy.
Spitfire’s enjoyment of the curious sensation swiftly ended as she felt a set of hooves push against her head and forcibly slip the horn out of her mouth. Frowning, Spitfire opened her eyes to observe Twilight Sparkle’s heavily blushing face, panting hard, desperate to try and steady her breathing.
“I-I can’t t-take anymore… shtop… plwease ?” Twilight pushed herself up onto her haunches, her forehooves sprayed on the bed as she struggled to keep herself upright. “I-I need a little bit of a break.”
Proud of her achievement, Spitfire moved a hoof to stroke under Twilight’s chin to gently guide the mare’s droopy gaze up to her passionate own, basking in the glory that she had done what she had set out to do.
And yet… something was missing.
“Twilight?”
“Hm?” Twilight weakly replied, beaming at Spitfire the best she could. “Yesh, Captain?”
“I know we barely know each other and I don’t expect this to happen again.” Spitfire lost her smile at her own words, mentally cursing herself for bringing down her own mood. “But, would it be crazy to say that I… that I would like this to happen more often, between us?”
Shaking her head, Twilight Sparkle leaned fully back on her haunches to allow her forehooves to rise up and take Spitfire’s hoof under her chin, lifting it to place a gentle kiss against the toe, causing Spitfire’s grin to renew.
Gazing deeply into Spitfire’s eyes, Twilight whispered softly, suddenly very serious in her sensual stare. “Yesh’m, we can definitely do that. But, right now ? I think I want to return the favor. It ishn’t fair you’re don’t get to cum. Do you have any… implements ?”
“Implements ? You mean sex toys?” Spitfire felt her eyebrows raise quite quickly at that. “W-well, I have some … but they’re unused, still in their packaging somewhere I believe. I might be adventurous in some areas, but using toys was never really my thing. More of a hoofs and tongue-on pony myself.”
“Then you better get ushed to it,” Twilight placed a kiss on the tip of Spitfire’s muzzle, “‘caushe we ain’t finished yet—still have to rip that uniform off you.”
Author's Note
Thanks for following guys! It really is awesome. I am enjoying this TwiFire shit.
Also, the music I listened to while writing this:
Hence the title.
Also, missing out words for drunk Twilight feels wrong. So... any good guys? Comment below. It'd love some kind of feed back on that chapter.
The Present
Well, then… I suppose at least I can take some solace that no other pony will know about this except myself and Spitfire…
Twilight stared wide eyed at her mug of coffee as she settled fully back against the couch. Although not completely in denial, she still could not quite believe parts of what she had just heard.
“So … what happened after that?” Twilight Sparkle turned her attention back to Spitfire who sat at the other end of the couch, who was taking a sip out of her own mug of coffee, looking quite reserved despite the raunchy detail the Wonderbolt had recollected with an eerie accuracy.
“Well, you could say we did go at it again, afterwards. You were pretty wild before, but you just seemed to get worse the more drunk you got. But that was expected considering you almost downed half a bottle of Jack Daniels to yourself in one go.” Spitfire mused, trying her best not to smile. “I mean, I can drink a lot, but I don’t go chugging back bottles of whiskey. It's just asking for trouble, you know?”
Twilight Sparkle wondered just what that sad smile upon Spitfire's lips truly meant.
It seemed Spitfire was a drunk with an impeccable memory, which transformed into a vice rather than a virtue as it was in this particular instance. Twilight Sparkle shared an experience with the Wonderbolt that was supposed to be considered unique and special and yet, she barely remembered even a bit of it…
Was Spitfire upset about what had happened? Or was it she was upset that Twilight could not remember the night they shared?
“What was I thinking?” Twilight stated to herself with a disappointment that caused the forced smile on Spitfire’s lips to loosen. “I can’t believe such a thing could happen.”
If Princess Celestia ever found out… she would be so disappointed with me. I can’t even imagine what my parents would think, either… I wonder if big brother has ever got himself in a situation like this…
Scratch that. I don’t want to know.
“What do you mean?” Spitfire ventured cautiously.
“I have never been this careless before in my entire life. I am normally quite a reserved and responsible drinker. I just can’t imagine I would let myself knowingly become in such a state that I would forget something from ever happening. I just feel… strange . Numb almost to the idea I had shared my first time with another pony… a mare even.”
Spitfire raised her brows at that. “Wait , that was your first time?”
Twilight nodded, sheepishly diverting her gaze from the other mare. “Y-yeah. It was my first time. I never even considered being with another mare like that before so… it’s all a bit of a shock to me, knowing I... we ...”
The Wonderbolt appeared to visibly flinch, causing Twilight’s anxious demeanour to increase. Had she said something wrong?
“By the sounds of it you have never been that drunk before in your entire life Sparkle—I mean, Princess…” Spitfire corrected herself with a sigh. “But, to continue the story without so much detail as before, we had sex for a second and third time after that. We used the vibrator on each other until we could take no more. You really did work me over, though. It hurts to sit down, almost. Kinda swollen down there if you know what I mean. But then again, considering what I did to you, it’s no wonder you’re sitting awkwardly. You forced me to spank you so hard my hooves kind of ache this morning.”
What else did I make Spitfire do to me? What kind of side of me exists that would allow myself to go that far? To think that… dirty?
Is it because of the drink or was it because of… her? Or perhaps maybe deep down inside of me there is this wild, sexual predator waiting to break out? I mean, it is true I often think about such things, but not in a strictly sexualized kind of way.
Or then again, I have done, once or twice… but I never really considered my tastes would venture that far!
Or, maybe I did it because… I had feelings for her? If I had any feelings for Spitfire at the time, I certainly don’t feel them now… and that’s the worst part. Should I… do something about this? I mean, I think she enjoyed her time with me quite a bit, if her recollection is anything to go by.
Wait, did she just say spank?
“S-spank ?” Twilight couldn’t help but laugh. The notion just seemed impossible. “Yeah, that would explain why my flank is extremely sore.”
Spitfire nodded, eyeing the mare’s flank parked upon her couch, guilt creeping into her voice. “You told me to go rough on you, so, I did. You said you were enjoying it, though, so I didn’t think to stop. Sorry about that. You’re not in too much pain, are you?”
“N-no, not that much.” Twilight felt her permanent blush deepen as she felt her embarrassment increase with yet another question. “W-what about the… thing?” Her voice trailing off into a whisper as both mares turned their attention to the open bedroom doorway and the analbeads still discarded; untouched, upon the floor.
“Ah… yeah, you insisted I use it on you, demanding we go at it a fourth time even though I was practically exhausted by that point... at least, I think it was the fourth? Might had been a fifth. I sort of just went along with it.” Spitfire cleared her throat, trying her best to resist a grin. “You were so out of it you could barely speak, and—well , you passed out soon after. I was too weak to try and—ahem , pull the beads out of you, so I sort of passed out myself. Sorry about that...”
That would explain why it was still inside of me when I woke up this morning.
...I can’t believe I just thought that.
“I-I am so sorry, Captain Spitfire for all of this. I didn’t know what I was doing; I think—and well ...” Twilight nibbled at her lower lip, her eyes moving away from the open doorway and back towards Spitfire, who only looked back at her with a frown and a sadness that stabbed at Twilight’s heart.
Did Spitfire return those feelings I showed last night in honesty? Does she still have them for me? I’ve probably done far more damage to Spitfire than I have done to myself.
“I’m… I’m truly sorry, Spitfire. I just don’t know what else to say...”
“It’s fine—and to be perfectly honest with you? I should had known better.” Spitfire placed the mug of coffee down on the floor in front of the couch before settling back into the plush pillows. “I mean we were both pretty drunk by the end of it, but I didn't expect you would completely go amnesiac on me the very next day. I should had rejected you the very moment you kissed me in the hallway, but I… didn't… I… I couldn't help myself. I apologize.”
I kissed Spitfire...
Twilight glanced up to the mare’s lips.
On the lips…
Why is that the most embarrassing thing I can think of right now, even though we did far worse to each other?
Twilight finished her coffee and balanced the empty mug on the arm of the couch as she turned to fully face Spitfire, smiling the best she could towards the mare. “There is nothing to apologize for. Aside from forcing myself on you and feeling quite sorry for myself considering how much my head is pounding right about now, I should be the one apologizing to you for putting you through all of this. I feel like I’ve somehow betrayed you.”
Spitfire forced out a chuckle, placing her hooves behind her head while giving Twilight Sparkle a sly glance out of the corner of her eyes. “Don’t feel like that, Princess. It was a… it was a mistake. Besides , somepony had to clean up the puke from out of my sink...” Spitfire teased.
This can’t get any worse!
Twilight Sparkle’s eyes widened, a hoof rising to her lips in shock. “I-I didn’t—”
That would explain why my mouth tastes and feels so horrible.
“Oh, you did, Princess. What did you think I meant by cleaning up after our mess, earlier? You blocked the sink. It’s no surprise really; like I said, you did drink an obscene amount of whiskey. You must had done it at some point when I was sleeping because I certainly don’t remember anything like that after I crashed out next to you.”
Twilight looked agast, stammering. “I-I am really —I-I can’t possible apologize—I-I’m so terribly —”
“Nah ,” Spitfire shrugged nonchalantly as she interjected, “don’t worry about it, I've done much worse.” She would not go into that line of thought any time soon. The amount of times she and the Wonderbolts had gone out on all night parties was exceedingly deep in the triple figures at this point in her life. She remembered one time waking up in her bath with some other pony’s lingerie on her head. “Don’t fret yourself over anything, Princess. No harm done. It was easy to clean up.”
Twilight dropped her gaze onto her hooves that were settled in her lap, unsure on how to absorb it all. “If there is any way I can repay you, please, don’t hesitate to ask, Spitfire. I feel simply awful.”
“Seriously, don’t worry about it. Let’s just… let’s just forget this ever happened.” Spitfire sighed as she stood up from the couch, stretching her legs and wings with a yawn. “Well, we best get you to Rainbow Dash. She could really use your support right about now.”
Twilight stood up as well, though far more timidly than what Spitfire had done. After all, there was not an inch of her that did not scream out in agony. “Is she okay?” She regarded the front door with concern, immediately feeling the need to be at her friend’s side despite her own circumstance. “What do you mean by support? Did something bad happen to her?”
“She’s not in any immediate danger or anything,” Spitfire smiled awkwardly to Twilight, pointing just over her shoulder in a particular direction, “she’s a couple of doors down with Soarin having one of the biggest panic attacks I have ever seen in my life. Soarin isn’t doing that well either, he’s practically got his head down the toilet.”
Confused, Twilight looked in the direction of where Spitfire pointed. “What do you mean?”
Spitfire tried to chuckle, but it came out a touch more sardonic than she had intended. “I went around earlier to check up on Soarin and to remind him we got practice later today with the cadets… however, I sort of discovered we weren’t the only two that had a little drunk-sex last night.”
Twilight lifted a hoof up towards her mouth again, once more stunned by this new revelation, though far more terrified by the knowledge she possessed. “Did they use protection? I think Rainbow Dash mentioned she was in her cycle the other day.”
Spitfire approached the front door, opening it up with a hoof before she looked back at Twilight Sparkle with a wince. “I think that’s the reason why Rainbow Dash has been breathing into a paper bag for the last two hours.”
On second thought , Twilight Sparkle thought as she gawked at Spitfire, sleeping with Spitfire seems more like a blessing all of a sudden.
Author's Note
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