Author's Note
Sorry if my writing style is vague. It's kind of always been like that. I don't like being too descriptive because it ends up being trashy (so I think) but in the end my stories pace too fast, anyway. Lesser of two evils, methinks.
The afternoon after
You blink dazedly, a little confused as you put the pieces together. Twilight Sparkle closes her eyes and snuggles up against you, exhaling softly. Instinctively, you wrap an arm around her back and sigh, too. It’s rather bright outside and you’re not entirely sure what time it is, so you ask her.
“Judging by how much my head is throbbing, it’s probably after noon…”
“...are you sure you shouldn’t be getting up?” You’re trying to stay casual. You can’t remember what happened, and it’s upsetting you, but you don’t want to upset her, too.
Twilight knits her eyebrows and frowns. “Yeah,” she admits, “but I’m still pretty hung over. And besides…”
She sighs happily, looking up at you again. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
You’re not sure if you’re blushing, but you look away anyway. It just doesn’t fit. You remember drinking with her at Pinkie Pie’s party, last night. You remember helping her get home, but after that… nothing. Your memory doesn’t go any farther than that. It’s frustrating, and she feels it in your tightened embrace.
“What’s wrong?” she asks. You force yourself to relax and sit up, stretching your neck as you look at the clock. Twelve-thirteen.
“Nothing. Just thirsty. Want some water?”
“Yes, please. Magic hurts when you’re dehydrated.”
She sits up a little and watches you leave. You’re happy that you don’t encounter Spike as you rummage through the kitchen cabinets for a glass. It was a ruse to buy time, but you really were pretty thirsty, now that you think about it.
Was it simple and sweet? Kinky and spicy? You scratch your head irately as you make your way back up the stairs. Her croaking voice sings through the door,
“Something’s bothering you. Are you mad?” You pause, halfway through the door. She’s staring at you, into your eyes, worried as she holds the blanket over her chest.
“No!” You cradle your head, which throbs as you talk louder than you should. “No, I’m not mad. At least, I’m not mad at you…”
“Really?” she responds skeptically. “So you’re mad…”
You don’t know what to say. Numbly, you offer her the glass of water you brought. She accepts it gratefully and quietly finishes it. As you set it on the table, she lays down and facing away from you.
“Thanks…” she mumbles apologetically. “Sorry…”
You sit down and reach to press your hand against her shoulder, but hesitate. Her ear twitches nervously. You’re scared, but you’d rather be honest than make her blame herself. She sits up when you take a deep breath, sensing you have something important to say. Your mouth closes involuntarily, suddenly drier than before you drank water.
“Sorry,” you mutter. “I just can’t, uh… remember… umm…”
You’ve said it already. You didn’t think it through. You’re sure she’s going to get upset when she figures out what you mean. Those confused eyes are going to turn angry in a few seconds. There, the look of startled realization, followed by…
...amusement?
Twilight giggles. “Oh! Oh, my gosh… You had me so worried, I thought—Oh…!”
Her cheeks redden and she hugs the blanket against her tightly. Gulping, she stares out the window, wearing that frightening face she wears when she’s thinking too much. You’d rather she’d gotten angry at you, because you have no idea what she’s thinking about now, and you’re scared what she’s going to do next.
It’s quiet for a while, you staring at her, her staring at everything but you. Eventually, you clear your throat.
“Are you mad at me?” You ask lamely.
She jerks her gaze at you abruptly. “No! Absolutely not! Never! I mean, why would I be? You’re really nice! Especially last night—”
She clams up again, looking down at the bedding. You sigh in relief. She’s upset, but not in the way you expected. At least it sounds like she had a good time, you hope. You only wish you could remember, after all, since you’ve liked her for such a long time.
The sound of Twilight gulping and fidgeting nervously draws your attention. When she feels you look at her again, she looks at you, too. “Sorry.”
“I got ahead of myself. Okay,” she straightens her frazzled mane, to little effect, and smiles congenially, noticeably calmer, though still nervous. “So, then, why are you mad?”
“I’m not mad,” you reply defensively. She pokes you with her knee argumentatively.
“You said you weren’t mad at me. But you said you were mad. Are you mad because you can’t remember… what happened…?”
“Um… yeah…”
“...and you thought I’d be mad because you didn’t remember, didn’t you?” She giggles cutely. “Well?”
You rub the back of your neck and sigh. “Yes…”
“Well, I’m not mad. You know that, right?”
“Yes,” you answer, a little more confidently. You feel embarrassed now. She’s comforting you and it’s making you a little too happy. Suddenly she’s in your face, looking deep in your eyes, smirking.
“Wanna do it again?”
“What?” You look at the clock. You’re about to scold her. Before you can, she squeezes your hand and presses it against her chest, where you can faintly feel her heart beating.
“I want this. Do you want this?” The words rush excitedly from her lips. “Because I really, really want this.”
“What is this…?” You ask reluctantly. You’d be fine with whatever she wants, as long as it means spending more time with her, but you’re really hoping for—
She kisses you and giggles infectiously. “Us. Duh.”
You can’t control yourself after hearing that laughter. You take her hand, holding yours, and lace your fingers together. “Okay. Can we start over?”
She flicks your forehead and opens the blanket, revealing her nightgown. “We just did. C’mere…”
“Were you like this last night?” You can’t help but ask as you slide beside her and let her guide you into a hug. You start to kiss her.
“Drunker, obviously,” she rolls her eyes with a grin. She pulls off your shirt. You just noticed you were still wearing it. “Probably not as sexy. Or confident.”
“What changed?” You realize she feels sexy as you help her remove her gown, and watch as she folds the clothes with her magic.
Twilight Sparkle cups her slender palm beneath your chin and grins ear to ear. “You told me you loved me.”
“I was drunk.” You counter.
“But you meant it.”
“You were drunk.”
“But I liked it.”
“We were drunk.” You’re not sure if you’re just bantering or really trying to prove a point, but you’re running out of excuses.
Twilight Sparkle snorts in feigned frustration, her voice dripping with lusty sarcasm, and growls. “Are you going to take me, or not?”
You don’t need anymore encouragement. You passed the point of no return two kisses ago. As you crawl under the sheets to unsheathe her underwear, you take a few seconds to remember what panties she’s wearing. You wonder if she changed them. They smell clean, so you assume she did. Then you feel awkward as you realize you’re smelling her.
“Everything alright down there?” Twilight peeks underneath the blanket, spreading her legs to give you better access.
You stutter, then finish taking them off. You can smell her musk faintly, but it’s growing stronger. You think back to all advice you learned from your colt friends, trying to choose the most polite options, because that’s the kind of lover you want to be.
She squeaks and drops the blanket as she fights to keep her hands away from your head. She forgets about her legs, though, and your heart skips a beat as her thighs sandwich your cheeks. You explore. As far as you’re concerned, it may as well be your first time with her, and you want to learn as much as you can.
Eventually, though, you feel her fingers sift through your hair and tug gently. She’s panting, and you think she’s about to climax, so you start to lick harder until she urgently pulls you up towards her chest.
You surface, and she kisses you passionately, moaning into your mouth.
“After that,” she murmurs breathlessly as she rolls you onto your back. “We did this.”
She crawls beneath the sheets. Your imagination floods with different images, but the one where all you can see is the lump of her head bobbing up and down underneath the blanket is the most erotic. You restrain your hand, but Twilight has different ideas. With her magic, she pulls your hands over her head and makes you tug. You’re all too eager to oblige, enjoying yourself indulgently.
But you want to see her. She’s not controlling your hands anymore, which pump her of their own accord. She’s too focused on pleasing you. You pull the sheets away and they drape in a lump over the corner of the bed.
She looks up at you, sweaty and red, gazing into your eyes and pushing you over the hill. Twilight hilts herself against you, eyes shutting tight as you spasm beneath her. She tucks her hair behind her ears, groaning as she presses her lips tightly against you. You can feel her swallowing, and it just makes you harder.
As you relax, she sits up, still on her knees, and gazes at you hungrily. You sit up to kiss her, pulling her close as she straddles you, your member throbbing wetly against her stomach. She rests her head against your shoulder, trying to control her breathing.
“Are you ready?” You whisper. She shudders and nods, raising hips. You grip her bottom with your hands greedily. She takes the base of your shaft and positions it, surrendering her weight to your arms, which feel like the strongest arms in the world.
As you enter her, she seizes, letting herself fall down as she grips your back tightly. Seething, she grunts and writhes in your arms. You can feel her wetness dripping over your lap and onto your fingers. You’re not sure if she’s in pleasure or pain.
“Sorry…” she moans. “We went slower last night…”
“Twilight, you’re bleeding…”
She stops talking and sits quietly, her walls convulsing and contracting around you. After a while, her breathing stills.
“Sorry for lying,” she mutters, softly. You tilt your head to look at her face, filled with lust and shame. “I just… I really, really, really wanted this…”
You kiss her and smile. She smiles back, a little more relaxed. “I love you, too.”
She giggles again, and the sound fills your chest with the lightest feeling you’ve ever felt.
“I like this.”
Her brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
“Are you having fun?”
She rolls her eyes again, but seriously, this time. “Well, fun isn’t the word I’d use to describe it. But yes, I’m having fun…”
She ends with a note of embarrassment. “C’mon… Let’s go.”
Twilight Sparkle magics the blanket over your bodies. She pushes you down to the bed and embraces you tightly. You writhe together with her, groping blindly along her arm to hold her hand again. With your free hand you reach between her legs to play with her button. She shrieks and stifles a loud moan in her pillow.
“Jerk…” she oozes playfully.
You shrug. “You stopped me earlier. It’s only fair.”
“Can we cum together?”
“Why do you think I’m trying so hard?”
Before she can say anything else, you roll her over roughly. In a frenzy you pump your hips against her. She grips the sheets and clenches her teeth and eyes shut, until you kiss her and, for the first time, you feel her tongue reach out for yours.
“Mmm…! Mm! Ohh—!”
Her voice hitches with another squeak. She struggles beneath you, her eyes opening wide as harmless sparks of magic loose from her horn.
With a gasp, she comes down from her high, still shuddering beneath you as you lower yourself languidly onto the bed. You lay next to her, hugging her possessively as you both recover. After a while, she pinches your dick and frowns.
“You came first.”
You can only smile guiltily. “Yeah… sorry… Are you mad?”
“Yes,” Twilight answers silkily. “Now we have to start over.”
You swallow hard, tempted to look at the clock. You’re not sure how long this is going to take, but you’re afraid to look at anything else.
“C’mere…!”
