One Night in Equestria - Twilight Sparkle's Night
As the sun set over another day in Ponyville, Twilight Sparkle said farewell to her friends and returned to the castle. For a short while she and Spike chatted to one another, musing about how calm the town had been during the later part of the day, and whether perhaps the warm summer weather was to blame for making ponies tire from their daily tasks more swiftly. All their talk of fatigue and tiredness soon took its toll on the young dragon, and he too retired to bed. Within minutes, Spike's snoring was echoing through the castle library. Peaceful, yes, but still loud enough to distract Twilight from the book in which her nose was buried.
The Alicorn sighed softly. She glanced towards Spike, then back to her book, and finally towards the library door which she knew would lead her swiftly to her own bedchamber. Her cheeks reddened slightly, and with a swift shake of the head Twilight returned her attention to her book. She wasn't tired in the slightest, and going to bed now would not be a productive use of the Princess' valuable time. Indeed under any normal circumstances, Twilight very much doubted that Spike's snoring would have distracted her in the slightest. It was almost as if she was looking for an excuse to retire to bed early. Looking for a reason to find herself alone.
Grinding her forelegs into the stone floors beneath her, Twilight squirmed on the spot. She frowned, angry at herself for having such poor self control. This was silly. Was she really, actually having to have an internal debate about this? About why she should of course stay up and read this fascinating history of the interactions between Griffins and Ponies over the last millennia, rather than...
Twilight's cheeks burned brighter, and a shiver ran down her spine, making her tail twitch in uncontrolled excitement.
Exhaling with a sharp snort, Twilight's horn glowed, slamming the book shut. Close by, Spike stirred. Groaning and muttering something about double chocolate chip and emerald cookies before rolling over and sinking back into a sound slumber. With slightly more control, the Princess returned the book to its shelf and exited the library, closing the door gently behind her.
She trotted along the corridor to her bedchamber, muttering to herself aloud in concern.
"What's wrong with you tonight, Twilight Sparkle? You're acting like some hormone ridden teenage filly, not a Princess."
Shaking her head, she paused by a mirror; glaring at herself with stern composure.
"Well, I'm not standing for this. I'm... I'm not going to do it. I'm going to go to my room, get into bed, a-and... and have an early night. If I have to lie awake for hours and hours, just staring up at the ceiling, so be it."
Soon the Princess found herself in her bedchamber. It was silly, but her bed looked bigger than usual. More comfortable and inviting. She felt her already flushed cheeks burning crimson as she slipped under the covers, rolling over onto her back. Twilight Sparkle forced her eyes to close, onto for them to spring open again mere seconds later.
"O-oh... oh my..."
Biting her bottom lip, she more carefully and slowly closed her eyes once more. Again they jerked back open just a second or so after.
"Oh, c-c'mon, Twilight. Don't do this to yourself..."
Addressing herself not with sternness, but instead with a rather nervous, bashful whimper, Twilight pressed her eyes closed one last time. Behind her eyelids, images instantly began to spring to life. Images not fit for a Princess to be imagining. Rude images. Lewd images. Random flashes of other ponies, some she knew, some invented entirely by her imagination. Memories and fantasies all rolled up into one constant, unfiltered stream of consciousness. All linked by a single theme; the theme which Twilight Sparkle had been skirting around since she first sat down in the library early that evening.
Twilight shuddered with unbearable longing as she recalled an occasion last year when she took a wrong turn within Canterlot castle, coming upon one of the Royal Guard quarters. There she found a lone guard off duty, clearly having just finished a long night shift. His armour lay strewn about the floor of his chamber, while the pony himself stood in the centre of the floor. Head hanging low, eyes closed, focused and placid as with one foreleg he reached between his rear limbs and rubbed at his stiff, dripping shaft.
She'd barely seen him for a second before bashfully closing the door once again, and if he'd been aware of her either during or immediately after that moment, the guard had never said anything. But no matter how brief her voyeurism had lasted, the image had apparently worked its way deep into Twilight Sparkle's mind. Deep enough to remain undisturbed until this very moment, when it sprang forth with devastating clarity.
"Ohh..."
A bashful, yet undeniably relieved whimper escaped the Princess' lips as she felt her horn begin to glow, and a faint magenta hue began to shine through the bedsheets almost directly over her crotch. Twilight Sparkle had tried, really she had. But much as she wanted to be restrained and sensible and Princess-like, even in private, the pony knew that sometimes a filly needed to give her body what it needed. And what she seemed to need right now, was satisfaction. Sexual satisfaction.
She needed to masturbate. To achieve orgasm. To climax. To cum.
The alicorn's cheeks flushed, and she giggled to herself.
She needed to stop being such a bookworm, and put her talents to good use. If she was going to relent, after all. If Twilight Sparkle was going to give into her base urges and masturbate, there was no sense in doing things by halves.
"Remember, body... you wanted this."
Smirking again as she uttered a warning to herself, Twilight began to focus on the magic she was already channelling towards the intimate regions of her body. With a modified clairvoyance spell she identified her key targets, mapping them out within herself. Her clitoris. Her g-spot. Several other points within her innermost workings which Twilight knew to be particularly sensitive. Soon she could feel them. Magic surging and pulsing through those points like brightly glowing beacons. Already she could feel her excitement spilling over, her pussy getting wet, her clitoris stiffening and beginning to protrude from beneath its hood. Her already sensitive flesh becoming even more so as her heart raced and her blood flow to those intimate regions increased.
The alicorn took a deep breath, centring herself. She always did this now, before embarking on such intimate adventures as this. After all, magical masturbation of this sort wasn't like any other kind. It wasn't like anything Twilight Sparkle had ever felt before she'd learned how to do it. As far as she knew, she was the only pony in Equestria would was capable of this sort of masturbation. That thought made her blush deeper, and tremble with delight. If that was the case, she was one truly lucky filly. For the way she pleased herself, the way she masturbated... even now, years after first considering and attempting the idea, it never failed to blow Twilight Sparkle's mind.
Rolling over onto her knees, Twilight buried her face in her pillow. She tossed the covers off herself with a brief flick of her wings, knowing that if she didn't do so now they'd end up either half way across the room, or tangled up around her wings and tail. She squirmed with anticipation, drew in one last shuddering lungful of air, and launched her first magical assault.
Pure, focused magical stimulation erupted from every sweet-spot which Twilight Sparkle had identified in herself. Every cell, every millimetre and micron of nerve endings all firing off at the same precise moment. Not stimulated just for an instant, nor for a second, but on and on and on; a more intense and savage wave of pleasure than any pony could grant with hooves, tongue or any manner of natural intimate appendages.
With a muffled giddy wail, Twilight Sparkle's body burst into an instant, magically enhanced orgasm. She went from zero to one hundred percent complete ecstasy in the flash of a horn, and shrieked into her pillow as her tail flagged upward, twitching out of the way of the jet of juices which began to gush and squirt from her pussy in brief, potent bursts. Her eyes rolled wildly within her skull, the magical energy of her horn fluctuating as she fought to maintain control through the furious intensity of her climax. But she wouldn't let herself give in. Wouldn't let it end yet. The best, after all, was still to come.
Shrieking joyously, Twilight launched phase two. The pleasure pummelling the alicorn's lithe body more than doubled in intensity, and a magenta glow burned from behind the Princess' fluttering eyelids as she brought her own fantasies to life within her mind's eye. Suddenly all those ponies she'd been trying not to fantasise about before were flooding her thoughts, not just with brief flashes, but focused and detailed live action replays. She saw countless ponies; mares and stallions alike, whinnying and wailing in their own orgasmic ecstasy. Their gleeful, overwhelmed faces etched into Twilight's mind, and further enhancing her own pleasure.
Finally, with her pussy visibly convulsing; squeezing and clutching at the stallion which instinct told her should have been buried inside Twilight's depths, the Princess took the final step to ensure her satisfaction and supreme euphoria. With a violent flash of magical energy that sent magenta lightning crackling around her bedchamber, Twilight Sparkle vanished.
She reappeared an instant later, deep within the old, dusty dungeon of the castle. Kneeling upon a perfectly placed hay-stuffed mattress to ensure her comfort, Twilight threw back her head and unleashed the full fury of her magic upon herself. Her whole rear end glowed and sparked with volatile magical energy. Her g-spot and aching clitoris, already over-stimulated to the extreme, were suddenly and forcefully hammered by pleasure many magnitudes greater than that already surging through them, and with a fresh flood of her ejaculate and a desperate, primal scream, Twilight hit her apex.
"Nnh-hahhhhhhh!"
Less than ten seconds later, Twilight Sparkle's magic gave out. Her nether regions ceased glowing, and with another sharp crackle of magic the alicorn's short-term, boomerang teleportation spell dragged her back to her starting point.
With a heavy thud and a grunt of ecstasy, Twilight Sparkle's head hit the pillows.
Eyes wide open and glazed, mouth hanging loose and tongue sticking out with a goofy grin, Twilight gurgled as she felt her pussy continuing to throb and convulse with residual orgasmic pleasure.
Her hooves were still twitching, her wings quivering and fully flared even as her eyelids began to swiftly flutter and droop. Indeed, even as Twilight Sparkle's limbs finally went limp, and with a joyously satisfied whimper she sank into an immediate deep sleep, her body still wasn't done. For almost a minute longer her nether regions twitched and spasmed, still trying to process all the pleasurable sensation which had passed through them in those few minutes of furious, intense ecstasy.
Even for Princess Twilight, for a magic user as adept as her, her body's continued reaction was confirming what she'd known as the last shreds of consciousness fled her fatigued, pleasure-blown mind. It had been a flawless performance. Probably the best of her life. She had never cum so long and so hard.
She may have gotten an early night, but Twilight Sparkle suspected that after a peak like that, she was going to need a lie-in the following morning.
By Jeeves
One Night in Equestria – Pinkie Pie's Night
Pinkie Pie giggled silently to herself as she slipped into her bedroom and carefully closed the door behind her. With a single bounce she leapt across the room and landed upon the bed, avoiding the creaky floorboard and sleeping, toothless alligator which had previously lain between them.
The earth pony knew how important it was she remain quiet, not because of how late it was, but because of how early it was. She knew that Mr and Mrs Cake had arranged for a foalsitter that night, and they had known that Pinkie was going to be out with her friends when they'd arranged for the foalsitter. It was almost as if they'd wanted the house to themselves, no baby Cakes and no Pinkie Pie's around to disturb them in any way.
Sure enough, Pinkie Pie soon heard a playful murmur through the bedroom wall. A short, excited snort, and a whinny of desire. She stuffed a hoof into her muzzle to stifle her gleeful laughter, flopping down flat onto the bed and rolling around with delight. Mr and Mrs Cake were going to do it. The six legged pony. The very special somepony conga-line. The... the, uh... the... well, to be perfectly honest Pinkie Pie didn't know that many silly names for what they were doing. But still. They were having sex. And sex was something which Pinkie Pie enjoyed a great deal. Doing, sure. But watching, or at the very least listening too. Sex between two ponies who loved one another was like happiness times a billion, and bearing witness to it made Pinkie Pie happy times a billion too.
Happy... and horny.
With one hoof still holding her muzzle shut as she listened to the Cakes' initial murmurs and whisperings of excited foreplay, Pinkie's other foreleg dropped down to her crotch. Her eyelids slackened gleefully as she rubbed at her pretty pink Pinkie Pie pussy, and her hindquarters wiggled in exhilaration, legs spreading as wide and lewdly apart as they could to allow herself prime access.
"O-ohh... that's it. Eat my creamy cake..."
Pinkie didn't know whether to be turned on, amused or a little of both as she heard Mrs Cake's pleading, excited moan to her husband. She settled for the final of those options, giggling quietly to herself and rubbing her pussy a little more rapidly and firmly than before. The tip of the hoof between her leg teased swift circles around her swollen clitoris, and Pinkie Pie found herself beginning to buck and hump at her own teasing foreleg as her nether regions began to clutch and drip with liquid lust.
As she listened to the Cakes fooling around together, Pinkie wondered just how long it had been since they were last able to have an intimate night together. Either Mrs Cake was exceptionally pent up, or her husband's tongue was even better at licking pony pussy than it was at detecting perfect flavour combinations for cupcake toppings and hand-made candies. Pinkie Pie prided herself on her ability to cum hard and often, masturbation was after all the only kind of party of one she enjoyed, but no matter how hurriedly she pleasured her drooling pussy, it sounded as though Mrs Cake was racing towards climax with even greater haste than her.
Sure enough, within mere minutes Pinkie heard the giddy noises passing through their shared bedroom wall reaching a new level of intensity. Sharp squeals and whinnies from Mrs Cake's muzzle, and a deep grunting and slurping which could only have been the result of Mr Cake's eager efforts to please his wife. The party pony tried every trick in the book to keep up with them. She pummelled her clit as fast and firmly as her body could bear, and slid her hoof back and forth along the moist, trembling lips of her pussy with such urgency that she could feel herself spreading her own fluids all over her crotch, as far down at the base of her quivering tail. But no matter how desperately Pinkie Pie wanted to cum with her dear friends and employers, it simply wasn't going to happen.
Looking on the bright side of course, not cumming herself meant that Pinkie Pie was more or less coherent as she heard Mrs Cake's high pitched shriek of obvious orgasmic joy. Able to focus on and enjoy every last little quavering, frantic wail and gasp of pleasure to escape the other mare's muzzle. Giggling and blushing to herself as she considered checking how long Mr Cake's tongue was the next time the opportunity was presented.
"Ahh... oh my sweet treat. Look what you've done to me. My face is soaked."
Mr Cake's voice rang out soon after Mrs Cake had fallen silent. His voice was deeper than Pinkie Pie remembered, more sultry and sexy. It made her squirm, and the pace of her hoof upon her clit quicken once more.
Through the bedroom wall came the unmistakable sounds of wet, sloppy kissing. The very best kind in Pinkie's book. Then, after a momentary shuffling and some soft, passionate grunts, another pleasurable gasp from the married mare in the next room.
"R-remember the night we got pregnant?"
Pinkie's ears perked up. She'd heard hundreds of stories about the baby cakes, but this one certainly wasn't among them.
Mr Cake didn't answer with any words, just an excitable snort. His wife moaned happily.
"How many times did you breed me that night, my studly strudel? How many times did you make me cum... a-and how many times did I beg you for just one more. I... I didn't think it was possible to feel as horny, as needy, as in love as I felt that night."
Again the mare snorted with excitement, and her husband whickered with desire.
"But... now? Right here, t-tonight, with the house finally all to ourselves after so long..."
Pinkie squirmed with glee, one hoof upon her mouth, the other still grinding tender circles against and around her clitoris.
"...I feel like I love you, and like I need you, even more than I did back then."
It took all Pinkie's strength not to 'awwww' in delight at the Cakes' loving tenderness, and it was only a frantic grunt of pleasure from Mr Cake that drew her back from fantasies of sweet, tender romance to ones of carnal, erotic fulfilment. She bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation as once more she heard the Cakes shuffling around through the wall, and sure enough before long heard that tell-tale long, lingering moan of a mare being stuffed full of an ample portion of stallion shaft.
"Aa-ahhhhhhhh..."
What started with that single protracted moan of course did not end there. It was just the first of a rapid-fire string of countless moans and gasps as without any delay Mr Cake began to make love to his wife.
Together they cried out with all manner of simultaneously lewd and intimate affection for one another, clearly revelling in the opportunity to let loose and call out as loud and as free-minded as they wished in what they believed was the privacy of their own, empty home. They professed their devotion for one another, their adoration for their special somepony's heart, mind, body and soul. They begged each other to never let this feeling end, to keep the two of them like this for all time. For Luna to keep the moon high in the sky, so that they might fuck and hold one another for the rest of eternity.
Their ecstasy was incredible, and it was music to Pinkie Pie's burning ears as they raced towards the first of what would doubtlessly be many climaxes.
"C-cum for me... my cuddlesome churro!"
"Cum for me, sweet slice of heaven."
Pinkie whimpered through the hoof stuffed into her muzzle. If they were going to cum for anyone, they should cum for her. She was hanging on a knife's edge, and the only thing keeping her from collapsing into frantic, desperate rapture was the desire to share her orgasm with the Cakes.
They whinnied, cried out and moaned in passionate glee, the headboard of their bed slamming roughly into the pink earth pony's wall with the force of their bucking and fucking. Pinkie Pie meanwhile spent her every ounce of willpower trying not to do the very same. To behave entirely unlike her normal self, and keep all her energy, excitement and euphoria bottled up on the inside.
Finally, finally, it happened.
Pinkie Pie heard Mr Cake snort, and a deep, trembling moan escape his lover. A different kind of moan from her usual pleasure stricken gasps and cries. One of overwhelming emotion, of pure joy and pleasure all rolled into one. The kind of blissful relief which could only come from feeling your husband's cock flex and stiffen like solid iron inside you, pre-empting the immediate arrival of his long awaited orgasm.
Ear-splitting, mindless screams and snorts of rapture began to echo through the upper floor of Sugarcube corner as Mr and Mrs Cake began to cum, and Pinkie did so too alongside them. The married ponies revelled in one another's bodies convulsing around and within them, and Pinkie let herself go as she was surrounded by the joyous sounds of her friends and employers calling out to one another in adoring ecstasy.
The earth pony urgently rubbed at her clit as her pink pussy convulsed and throbbed, spilling out a sizeable quantity of her juices upon her soft, previously clean sheets. She thrashed and writhed upon the bed, but remained perfectly silent; allowing every last drop of her pleasure to escape not through her upper lips, but those which lay between her hind legs.
Pinkie's orgasm was so intense that in its wake she found herself slipping perilously close to unconsciousness, lying flat on her back with her limbs spread-eagled to the four corners of her bed and her tongue lolling out, panting like a dog. Indeed, she almost certainly would have fallen asleep right then and there were it not for a noise keeping her tied to this layer of reality. A rhythmic thumping, and a steady, desperately happy moaning sound.
In a sudden moment of realisation, Pinkie Pie slapped a hoof back over her muzzle to keep herself from gasping in stunned delight. Her ears wiggled, searching for the source of the sound, and sure enough...
"D-don't stop. Oh. Oh my c-cummy Cake. Again. Fuck me again. F-fill me with your cream."
Pinkie's brain buzzed instantly back into life, and her free foreleg dropped hurriedly back down between her legs once more.
They were still going. They'd just cum together, and yet somehow Mr and Mrs Cake were still making love.
Squirming in euphoric disbelief, Pinkie Pie began to tease her aching, dripping pussy once again. Determined not to be left behind a second time, and to enjoy this voyeuristic experience to its end... no matter how long it took or how many orgasms she had to endure in order to do so.
This night was turning out to be more than great. More than keen. More than awesome. It was turning out to be a veritable party for the Cakes and their pony voyeur. And that was saying something, because after all, there was no party like a Pinkie Pie party.
By Jeeves