A Sexual Exercise
by Burraku Pantsu
The first few inches are always hard. Hard enough, oftentimes, that one might tell oneself that perhaps they should have stuck with that experimental phase with Moondancer. An easy enough thing to take, when faced with nothing but a single cock, pressed insistently against a moistened slit but, then again, most ponies don't try to take two at once, let alone two at once in the same orifice. It’s a simple matter to think that it's the next natural state, after taking two virile stallions at once, pressed between their bodies as they hammer away at your aching pussy and ass, and almost as simple to mention it during one of your sordid little fetish parties, but to actually do it? To take a full double penetration in the same hole? To set your reputation as capable of handling even the girthiest of penises, the most swollen and magnificent in all the land, on the line? That can be difficult.
“Aaahn... Mom should’ve named me Double Stuffed...”
A lavender unicorn lies on her bed, legs spread, pushed up, she stares past the two grunting stallions standing side by side, holding her in place, observing, quite dejectedly, as they both prod at her vaginal opening with little success. A bottle of lubricant, mashed flat and emptied of contents, rests on the floor, surrounded by used condoms that leak fluids to stain the rich woolen carpet. The unicorn gives a sharp breath as one of the stallions shifts his hips, causing another inch of his meat to slip inside her, though it pops the other's head free to smear lubricant and precum against the soft coat of her inner thigh.
Moments pass. The freed cock, firmly repositioned, begins to ease it's way into her heated depths. Sweat beads on the stallion's face, only to leak down and drip onto Twilight's heaving chest. It mixes with the thick and slimy streaks of seminal fluid from an earlier session in experimental bukkake before being lost forever among the general dishevelment of her coat.
“Darn it...” the mare groans as she feels the twin rods penetrate slightly further into her being. “Why the hay are you guys so biiiiiig~” She thinks back to her days at the Canterlot School for Gifted Unicorns, but fails to recall ever having this much meat in her at once. No, she could have any stallion she wanted there, and often did, two or three at a time, stallions fucking her raw and being replaced with a new one faster than the other students could even start holding hands. Why, then, was she having so much trouble with just these two?
"M-maybe that’s the problem," she thinks as the pair begin to slowly thrust, making sure not to dislodge each other from her overly tight passage. "I’ve" "oh Celestia yesssssss" "always had a dick bobbing in front of my face, slamming down my throat to distract me while the other colts lubed me up." "Oh yes fuck meeeee" "I haven't just gotten right to the business without foreplay before..."
The sessions back then had been rather staid affairs, she remembers, and beyond simply putting their penises inside her and cumming quickly the naive young colts had been at a loss. After some time they had learned how far they could push their luck and indulged in a series of perversions and kinks that had surprised the young mare. Now, though, she struggled to be excited by even those things and desperately sought to expand her sensual activites into new horizons of perversion. Tantric exercises had been almost a daily occurrence to get the nether juices flowing, yet it seems she had barely even scratched the surface if her first play at double penetration was going so poorly...
“A-aaaaah~!” she exclaims suddenly, as the stallions find their rhythm. They move their hips in tandem, thrusts pushing them deeper into her warm, moist folds. She feels so very full with them pounding away at her cunt that sher mind goes to describe lewd scenarios she yet has planned...
The unicorn raises her head as her eyes roll back and tongue lolls freely from her slackened mouth. The room seems to be spinning around her, jumping with each thrust the bonded pair lay into her much abused pussy. A roughly circular room, the area smells strongly of sweat and spent seed spilled onto the floor, across and in her body and even spread in liberal stains across the walls. A multitude of shelves holds a veritable army of books, those these lay mostly scattered and replaced with a myriad of marital aids, dildos, bondage gear and bindings of every conceivable color covered with bodily fluids that have mostly dried into off white streaks. In the center of the room were a variety of sexual devices to which Twi had been bound for free use as one of her role playing scenarios, and the puddles of seminal fluid that thickly pooled underneath bore mute witness to the copious successes of that experiment.
Candles primarily light the room, though in one corner a special bespelled blacklight lantern illuminated a tableau of debauchery painted out in thick ropes of luminescent spunk, marking the location of semen bath to which there had been a nigh endless supply of virile males willing to annoint their beloved princess. There are a few slowly-brightening shafts of light that noticeably in through the building’s windows, but for the most part these are shuttered tightly to ward off prying and jealous eyes of the town's marefolk, waiting to catch a stallion making use of that "royal tramp", as they had taken to muttering darkly when they saw her swaying through the town square. One beam of light currently falls upon a large, rather intricate wooden bust that rests on the room’s central table. This carving has an interestingly-styled mane; it is more a mohawk than anything else. In any case, bar a few drips of jizzum and a rude saying carved into the base making reference to Twilight's voracious appetite for 'protein', it has survived the antics relatively unscathed.
In the stillness of the library, the sounds of sex were all the more apparent. Ragged breathing can be heard from two sources. One is the purple unicorn, impaled on turgid rods that pound away at her without pause, causing her to let loose all manner of small sighs and gasps. The other is an owl perched nearby, staring equally intently at the panting ponies as they continue their ceaseless fornication. If not for the gentle puffing-up and deflation as it breathes, the owl’s earthy tan, brown, and orange color scheme would allow it to blend right into the woodwork. Beyond the breathing, mild crying can be heard coming down a set of winding stairs that leads upwards to other areas of the building as a dragon too young for all this suffers through another night of creaking floorboards and lusty shouts. He has promised himself that he will never again set foot outside his room during Twilight's Midnight Experiments, no matter how thirsty he is. The gentle whooshing of the candle flames as they dance in a small draft is just barely audible as well. Presently, another sound is added to the list as the unicorn's back arches and she convulses on the penetrating cocks, overcome by the sensation and brought to a magnificent climax. The two stallions share a look before they recommence roughly thusting into her twitching form. They have yet to finish.
"Inside me," Twilight mewls, more sensitive than ever before to their ceaseless pounding. "I-I want it... all insiiiiiiide..." She ceases to speak, uttering only wordless moans as they push themselves deeper into her than they'd ever been before. She finds her voice only to continue to beg. "I need your cum inside meeeeee..."
The sound of pounding meat quickens and a few moments pass with harsh breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh as they hurry themselves, milking the most enjoyment they can from her silken walls tightly embracing them. “Arrgh!” the stallions groan, as they both cum inside her nigh on simultaneously. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" One cries as thick ropes of cum blast into the princess, coating her insides in layers and layers of pearlescent seed.
"Oh-, that’s so good! Fill me uuuuup!” She bucks against the bodies of the pair, jizzum gushing out of her as her orgasm makes her body spasm on the dual cocks inside her. As they reach the end of their shared climax the two stallions pull their tools free of her, one painting her svelte body with lines of semen while the other shoves his slimy cock towards her face, coating it in cum before she opens her mouth to take the salty fluid down her hungry throat.
She takes a moment to work her tongue over his softening shaft while she mulled her feelings over. "Oh sweet Celestia, I can't remember the last time I've cum that hard from just two stallions, I'm going to have to log that as a success! These tantric sex experiments were such a good idea!”
She giggles to herself as the stallion remove his flacid penis from her mouth with a sigh. She favors them both with a self satisfied smile, tongue darting out to lick seductively at the strands of cum slowly dripping down from her mane. "You were wonderful," she trills.
The owl promptly turns its head to the unicorn before letting out an inquisitive “Who?”
The mare, likewise, turns to the owl. “Pfft, like you don’t know,” she says. “These two are my favorite studs in Ponyville. I've only had them fuck me silly every single night this past month! I'm pretty sure you should know them by now! And if not here than when they were in my friends during the Pet Friends Picnic and Orgy!"
“Who?”
“My friends? Oh, you’ve met them. Pinkie, AJ, Rainbow, Fluttershy, and Rarity. Rarity’s the one who was being spit roasted by the Flim Flam brothers while you watched and Spike was curled into a ball crying for some reason?”
“Who?”
“Oh now I know you’re pulling my leg, Owlowiscious. Spike’s like a brother to you!”
“Who?”
The unicorn giggles. “A bit one-sided, little guy. We’ll have to work on that...” She turns once more to the stallions who are drinking water with shafts mast, the innocent smile that she’d developed from ‘conversing’ with the owl slowly growing more lascivious as eyes traced over the burgeoning meat proudly jutting forth. “You know,” she says aloud, "I think these tantric exercises are going very well right now... We shouldn't stop when there's so much day left to experiment...”
With that, she stands up, legs wobbling slightly. The pair of studs are on her in a moment, prodding, teasing, tasting as her hips roll and she is penetrated anew, soft and gentle thrusts replacing the urgent fucking of moments before, as the passions of lovemaking are reignited by the brand new day.
Author's Note
Well, this author is off to his nude yoga class. Maybe I’ll write something soon. Until then, so long, folks!
