Moondancer's Twilight

by cdcdrr

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Romance, Sex, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 2057

Moondancer has lived an unhealthy lifestyle. Although Twilight Sparkle's effort to make things right with her pulled her out of one bad habit, it argueably led to even worse behaviour.

Moondancer has a secret crush on Twilight. That in itself is not a sin. She also has highly intimate fantasies about her crush. Which still is not that strange. But she now has plans to make these feelings known to Twilight, even as she has already begun to lose sight of what's appropriate, what's creepy, and what's simply unacceptable. And that is liable to get her in real trouble.

Published 2015-10-04 04:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-04 04:00:02 UTC

Chapter 1: Pink Pearl

Moondancer closed the door of her home, making certain not to slam too hard out of concern for the brittle wood. The hole Twilight Sparkle had smashed in some time ago was still covered up by some thin balsa wood. She dropped her saddlebags in the corner, she'd pick out the books from the library she wanted to read later. More important to her was the mail lying on the mat which she lifted up in her magic to read.

First was a tract about how Celestia hates the fillyfoolers. That one she incinerated with her magic without giving it a second look. Moondancer sometimes worried she received them because ponies knew about her. Second was a bill, which was going on the stack of other unpaid bills she'd get to eventually. And last was a letter. She read the contents, a smile forming as she did until she practically jumped with delight. Twilight Sparkle had finally accepted an invitation to have dinner at her house!

Rushing up the stairs, Moondancer ran into her room and threw herself on the bed. She took a moment to pin the letter to her soft cork wall before her impatience would become unbearable before allowing herself to bask in her surroundings. All across the wall beside her bed she kept items related to Twilight Sparkle. Pictures, dozens of them, were pinned to the wall, surrounding Moondancer with the static smiles of the pony of her dreams. Magazine clippings on Twilight in her coronation dress, old school pictures that contained Twilight, photos send by the pony herself at Moondancer's request featuring Twilight. A lock of mane, her notes on Haycartes' Method, the key to her old student abode. Moondancer only ever slept peacefully now when inside her personal shrine to Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship.

Moondancer slid a hoof between her legs as she reached for her vagina. She was so excited Twilight was finally coming for a visit she was already moist below. She let out a few laboured breaths of exhausting from the short burst of speed, letting the soothing touch of her hoof becalm her, giving way to soft moans of delight as she closed her eyes. The musky smell of the loft was turning her on, so she breathed deep the smells of her own body and previous activities.

Moondancer's crush had begun all the way back in Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. She had idolized Twilight, who was better than her in every way. Better grades, better fashion, better social standing, better breeding. She had mimicked her in every way she could, but had never gathered the courage to tell her how she truly felt. And Twilight, of course, was oblivious to the reasons Moondancer was always so close to her. Already back then her room in the house she had lived in with her parents was dedicated to Twilight, earning her some raised eyebrows from her parents who eventually decided to sit her down and talk to her about fillyfoolers. It had been difficult for Moondancer to accept both herself and the painful warning from her parents: not all ponies were as accepting of her orientation as they were.

The idea that Twilight Sparkle might not only not reciprocate, but would shun Moondancer as a perverse degenerate who was an abomination unto Celestia kept Moondancer in her closet. She couldn't even talk to her other friends about her problems, afraid they might express the same ideas and tattle to Twilight that she had secret motives for clinging to her so closely. They were all Canterlot unicorns, not a demographic known for its liberal attitudes. In fact, she had already known a few of them to make fun of and express disgust at fillyfoolers. So when her friends cornered her one day on why she was so eager to have Twilight join their group activities, she felt trapped and panicked, admitting her love for Twilight in desperation.

Moondancer had been so certain this would have been the end of her social life, and would turn her into the class pariah. The others had looked at her aghast, but their surprise alone was judging her. She could see it in their eyes, they did not know how to respond in any reasonable manner, so she braced herself for the angry condemnations that were coming. She was saved at the last moment by Lyra blurting out she was a fillyfooler to. Even if the others wanted nothing to do with her, Moondancer felt relieved at least one of her friends was still with her. But things didn't end like that, the realization homosexuality was more common in their class than they had believed must have forced her friends to re-evaluate their opinions. It was awkward at first, but soon they were back to being friends, and Moondancer was finally encouraged to admit her feelings to Twilight Sparkle.

She had never had the chance. Twilight left for Ponyville before the night she was going to confess her love. They didn't meet again until a year after that. Moondancer had had to cope with depression, deciding to continue her life of studying like she had to impress Twilight, but without betraying any emotion. She saved those for when she was here, in bed. Surrounded with reminders of Twilight and what they could have had together. But Twilight came back, she had allowed herself to be happy again, and now Twilight had accepted her invitation. She was going to let her know how she truly felt this time.

Moondancer began to rub herself more quickly in anticipation while sweat broke through across her body. Hot from her desire for the mare, she retrieved a picture from her wall with her magic while she continued to slide her hoof inside her pink pussy with savage lust. She looked closely at the body of her secret crush while she did. At her sleek mane, the picture of a perfect student in both its modesty and suggestion of a disciplined mind. Her flanks neither buff like some jock's nor fat like a slob, but nicely toned curvy. Her smile that of a well-adjusted, behaved upper class debutante as one befitting the Twilight family name. Moondancer's free hoof reached out for the flat mouth of her fantasy filly as if it conveyed her love to the photograph.

"Oh Twilight, tomorrow I may finally tell you what has been burning inside me all these years, and we may share our passion at last." Moondancer huffed.

Like a rubber band, she snapped into a far more vigorous routine as both hooves delved into her slit and probed it furiously, but it wasn't good enough. She lowered the picture in her telekinetic grip down to her slippery wet cunt and rammed it against where he clitoris was with both hooves. The pretension that Twilight was between her folds made her as horny as can be, and she began sliding the photograph around with her hoof, rubbing Twilight's face all over her private parts. Grinding her pelvis up towards Twilight's cum hungry little mouth.

"Oh yes. Eat it, Twi. Eat me all out you beautiful mare. I am your buffet, so eat my clam!" As the picture crumpled against Moondancer's fleshy bits, her climax built. "Oh yes, oh Celestia! Oh yes oh yes oh-oooh yeees! Deeper my Twilight, deeper. Harder. Lick...it...all...OH YEAAS!! Oh Twilight!"

A rush of pleasure sent Moondancer spasming from her orgasm while juices flowed over onto her hoof and the picture of Twilight Sparkle. Her sheets were soaking in it, but Moondancer wasn't in any hurry to change them. Not now. She lifted the picture back up to her eyes, seeing Twilight's unaltered smile as Moondancer's cum.

"Twilight, you naughty filly, you. You enjoy your face being covered with my pussy fluids, don't you? You want to go for another round?" She asked, though the outcome of her rhetorical inquiry was foregone. "Because your smile says yes, and I feel as though I'm in heat right now."

Her hooves slid back below her belly and into the recesses of her genital area. She began rocking her body to the thrust of her hooves entering her labia. She brought the picture closer to her face until she could feel droplets of her own secretions fall on her neck. She leaned in and licked her tongue across Twilight's stained cheek. She could practically taste the alicorn mare, but she tasted herself most of all. She tasted sour, with a strong hint of more. And she was determined to get more out of herself.

The was rubbing her pearl, but hooves weren't cutting it anymore. She sat up and slid over to the edge of the bed at her feet, scrambled herself into position and slid herself down on the bedpost. She arched back as she imagined she was sitting on top of Twilight's horn and thrust her groin back and forth on it, making the bed thump as she did.

"Yes Twilight, yes! Fuck...me...with...your...horn!" She shouted to the rhythm of her thrusts. "I so want you *huff* inside me!"

She slid herself up and down on the bed post, its conical shape a perfect fit for the mighty stud of her imagined alicorn lover. She threw back her head and closed her eyes as she once again changed her grinding movement and pace, trying to get her pussy to touch Twilight's horn in every way that felt pleasurable.

"Come on, hit me with that orgasm spell! Give me all you got, princess! Show me what it means to be the Princess of Friendship With Benefits!" Moondancer dared as she shifted on the wooden bedpost. "You're doing it, Twilight. Who is the most magical alicorn? Who IS the most magical alicorn, huh? Fuck. My. Fuck-ing. Fuck. Hole! HARD!" She screamed out as she hit her second peak, and slick wetness covered the bedpost as well.

Moondancer was sweaty and breathing audibly, but pleased. Her bed was getting messy, but she didn't hesitate to flop herself down on it after disengaging from her improvised dildo. She rested her head on the pillow and let the last tensions in her muscles leave as she began to play with her teats. The two erogenous zones, often overlooked in foreplay and intercourse, were nonetheless stimulating her.

Using her telekinesis, she pulled the left one tout with her horn, a quiet 'ooh' escaping her lips as she enjoyed playing with herself. She then tugged at her right one repeatedly before applying her magical grip with a pincer, squeezing it for a painful sensation that turned her on even further. It was a pity she may never actually bear foals and watch her glands expand in size and sensitivity. Moondancer often wondered how good they'd feel in the midst of a physical transformation to swollen, milk-laden tits belying a gravid, plump tummy and a ripe vulva, with a heavy mix of a hormone cocktail to make her extra sensitive. But such a thing was what Twilight could not give her. But she could dream.

Her magic touch reached below her two mammaries and back inside her vagina. It sought out the G-spot, and found it easily through long practice and expert precision. Not many unicorns could masturbate with their magic, telekinesis not having been invented for the pony body. But through much experience, Moondancer had become quite good at aiming it precisely and timing every pull, jerk and pinch. Some ponies would tell this said a lot about Moondancer, but who were they to talk? Their big crush wasn't an untouchable alicorn princess! Oh, but soon she would not be so untouchable anymore. Twilight Sparkle would be hers! And then, she would teach her how to hit all her sweet spots with magic.

With a low grunt, the sexual stimuli from her telekinesis brought her to her third climax. Amidst the musky scent of cum on her mattress, Moondancer curled herself up, with her head on her pillow and her eyes closed. As she felt the stain under her body spread and her wetness slide down her legs, she let her mind drift to less sexual fantasies of her dream pony, and towards more romantic thoughts she believed were about to come true. She fell asleep. Smiling, satisfied, and sticky.