"No, no, no. No one would like that," you think to yourself as you sit at your computer. It's past midnight, and you're very unhappy. You haven't posted a story on a website that you and many other people your age use in almost five weeks, and the stress of writer's block is getting to you. You've enjoyed all the feedback you've gotten from the stories you've already posted, and you want to hear even more. Even though you're not the best writer, other people seem to enjoy your stories very much.
"Anon?" you hear coming from behind you, "Is everything alright?" That voice is coming from Twilight Sparkle, who has been staying with you for some time now. She had heard of your world after meeting a few Bronies who had somehow ended up in HER world, and she found a way to reprogram a certain portal so that it would take her to where she is right now. You found her one day right after she had arrived, and you decided to take her in. The two of you had spent some time getting to know each other a little more, despite you already knowing a lot about her life. After a while, you started growing a bit attracted to her, and she did the same with you. Soon, you found yourselves going out, making out, and eventually staying in the same bed. Needless to say, you love the little princess.
"Oh...hey, Twi," you respond, "Yeah, everything's fine. What are you doing up so late?"
"I was going to ask you the same question. I woke up and realized you hadn't come to bed yet, and I was getting worried," she says as she puts a forehoof on your leg, "So I thought I'd come check on you."
You smile at her. "Thanks, Twi," you respond, "Anyway, have you ever had such a bad case of writer's block that it eventually kept you up at night?"
Twilight gives herself a facehoof and groans. "Ugh...too many times, especially when I was still writing frequent letters to Princess Celestia." You immediately think of the time when she nearly destroyed Ponyville in order to learn a lesson in friendship. "However, there wasn't actually a time where it kept me up at night, but it was pretty darn close."
"Are you glad you don't have to write letters to her anymore?"
"Yeah, but I still write to her from time to time, usually if it's when I need help with any of my royal duties."
"Interesting. Anyway, I'm trying to write a story for that website I told you about, but I can't think of anything, and that's what's keeping me up."
Twilight immediately thinks about all you've told her about that certain site. She remembers you telling her how it works and what kind of stories there are. She then remembers a certain story you showed her, one that was listed under "Mature". It was a story about two lesbian lovers. Initially, Twilight was taken aback by what she saw, but as she read the story, she had to admit, it was pretty damn hot. The mere thought of those ladies' gorgeous bodies makes Twilight slightly wet with desire.
Suddenly, a light bulb turns on inside the young alicorn's head. She looks up at you, eyes fixed in a sultry gaze, while she whispers, "I think I can help you."
You immediately brighten up as you hear her statement. "Really? How?" you ask.
"Just write what's happening right now."
You do as you're told, facing your computer and placing your hands over the keyboard. "It was late at night, and I was alone in front of my computer, trying to figure out what kind of story to write. Then, my amazing girlfriend came down to check on me. After telling her what was up, she immediately got an idea." All of a sudden, you feel Twilight prodding your personal area with a hoof.
"T-Twilight! What are you doing??"
"Shhh..." she responds, "Just keep typing."
"I felt her prod at my manhood, slowly making it grow inside my jeans. I knew instantly what she was up to." You then cease typing and reach for your belt buckle, but your hand gets halted by Twilight's hoof.
"Like I said, just keep typing," she says, sultrily.
"I felt my belt buckle being undone and I felt her pull my jeans down, or at least try to. I lifted my rear-end slightly so she could slide them down. She then did the same with my boxers. I instantly felt relief as my now fully erect member was set free from its fabric prison. And then..."
"HHHH!!..." you gasp as you feel Twilight's tantalizing tongue make its way from the base of your shaft to the tip. You hear her moan in delight at the taste of your manhood.
"Sensations of all kinds racked my body as she continued her blow job. She had only done this to me a few times before, but she was a quick learner, and now, she was blowing me away. Literally. She eventually popped my tip into her warm, wet mouth, sucking on it powerfully. *'Oooohhhh...'** I groaned as she took my entire cock into her mouth, and I could feel the tip pressing against the back of her throat. All of a sudden, the pressure quickly arose inside of my cock."*
"T-Twilight!" you exclaim, jerking your hands away from the keyboard momentarily. To your dismay, Twilight ceases all her ministrations, releasing your erection from her mouth. You find yourself hyperventilating, desperate to know why the alicorn is no longer pleasuring you. "Hey, why'd you stop??" you ask, somewhat annoyed. Immediately, your focus turns to your computer.
"I knew she was up to something, but being brought to near orgasm like that and suddenly having no pleasure whatsoever really displeased me."
You then let out a grunt as Twilight jumps onto your lap, sitting on top of your thighs. Instantly, you feel her soaking marehood against your manhood, and you let out a groan as the sensation washes over you. She then lifts her rear, repositioning herself so that her moist lips are resting against the tip of your cock. "Keep typing..." she whispers into your ear as you feel your penis being slowly enveloped by Twilight's warm, juicy vagina.
"Euphoric was the only word I could use to describe how I was feeling. Her walls were so warm...so wet...so tight. I didn't know if I would last very long. Soon, I was completely inside her, and we both paused as we relished in the feeling of our reproductive components finally joining. My lover and I shared a long, passionate kiss as we sat there, our tongues quickly moving into each other's mouths. She broke the kiss, then laid her head on my left shoulder, enough for me to see the computer screen as she began slowly rocking her hips. It was amazing. She didn't move too far up and down, but the feeling of her slick walls around my cock drove me absolutely nuts. All I wanted to do at that point was fill her until she was overflowing with my semen."
You begin to slightly buck your hips into her, and she lets out a few gasps as you do so. "S-Stop!" she says, surprising you, "I'll take everything from here," she says while panting heavily, multiple beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, "You just keep typing, okay?" You bring her in for another kiss on the lips before you let her continue her rocking.
"Aside from words being typed, all I could hear were slaps of wet flesh upon wet flesh, plus a series of heavenly moans from my lover. I felt her ride me faster and faster, and soon, my lower half started jittering out of my control."
"Ahh...Twilight, I'm gonna cum!" you blurt out, struggling to type at to the best of your abilities as you feel the pressure build for a second time. This time however, you know that you're going to finish.
"M-Me, too!" Twilight replies, "Fill me up to the brim! I want your seed sooooooo badly!"
"All of a sudden, everything around me disappeared. It was just me, my girlfriend, and my computer. I bucked into her one last time before I felt the euphoric rush of white, hot cum shoot out of me and into my lover's womb. At the same time, I felt her already tight walls constricting my cock even further, milking it of my seed as she came all over my crotch, soaking it in her sweet love juice. Eventually, all I could do was sit there and pant heavily along with her, my fingers being the only things on my body, except my belly, moving."
As you and Twilight bask in the afterglow, you quickly notice that all the warmth has already sent the little alicorn into a deep sleep. You kiss her on the forehead before looking back at your story. You read through what you've typed so far, adding words and descriptions to tie up the loose ends of what just happened.
After ten minutes, you're satisfied with your work, and you add a few more necessary components before you finally submit your story. After that, you decide you're too tired to get up, so, despite the chair you're in not giving you much adequate support, you hold Twilight close to you, relishing in three things at once: Twilight's warmth, the post-coital bliss, and the feeling of no more writer's block.
THE END
