One Night at Twi's House

A precursor. My name is, well, you can call me Ess, but here's the deal. A while back, I got sucked in through a rift in space-time into a world of talking ponies. It turns out that I also wasn't the only one, but the others turned into ponies themselves while I staid human. Why? Who knows. Don't really care, doesn't really matter. The events leading up to this point are a bunch of ponies getting drunk at Twilight's house, and Fluttershy having just abruptly kissed her formerly human suitor, Bright Idea, before running off. And with that out of the way, I can actually tell the rest of the story of what happened that night.

I start glowing purple, and floating. “What the?”

Twi's horn is glowing. She carries me off to the farthest end of the cellar lab, me floating over her head.  “Oh, um, ok...”

Still, floating I’m  kinda worried, and a  little scared, because Twi has a stern look on her face. We're far in the back, where we can't be seen. “Uhm, Twilight, what are you doing?”

She lightly slams me against the cellar wall and floor, me now laying on the floor, back against the wall “Uhm, Twi? What are you-mhp.” My lips are forcibly opened, her tongue forcing itself into my mouth. My eyes were wide open at first. I wasn't expecting this from her. She usually isn't this aggressive. She'd never been this aggressive before. She'd always been the more submissive one. Maybe it had something to do with my being the predator of the two of us. But tonight something was different. It may have had something to do with Fluttershy's earlier display of relationship take charge, but whatever the reason, I liked it. She started out timidly enough, giving me time to relax, before she attacked again, forcing me to fight back with my own tongue. She slowly repositioned herself on top of me, her crotch on mine. I can feel she's already warm, the pressure of her there having a unique, pleasant feel to it. Our eyes closed, I slowly begin to caress her, moving my hands across her supple, soft furred body, and running my fingers through her silky mane. Then, she takes her front hooves, and pushes them into my chest, forcing me to the ground. I open my eyes, to see her looking down on me, and with a lustful, predatory smirk on her face, she begins forcing herself on me, rubbing herself against the noticeable bulge that had long since appears in my pants. I don't bother to ask what she's doing, because that much is obvious. I begin to move my hips in rhythm with hers, which is greeted with harder thrusts from her, all of this feeling amazing. Attempting to put myself in a position of control again, I move my hands down, and take a firm hold of her purple pony plot, squeezing and massaging it, rubbing up against her cutie marks, and begin forcing her onto me harder. Her sighs of pleasure, accompanied by a glowing horn give evidence to her enjoyment. I begin to feel a slight sensation around my waste. I look down to see that she's undone my belt, and has began to undue the rest of my pants. And before I get the chance to sarcastically ask he what she thinks she's doing, she tells me, "What do you think I'm doing? I'm gonna rut your brains out!"

At these words, my heart begins to pound, my expectation building, my breathing shallow. I'm not used to this new, aggressive Twilight, but it'd be a lie to say I wasn't liking it. I was liking it a lot. It didn't take much longer for her successfully remove the clothe barriers from her objective, and she began to set to work. I couldn't quite feel it before, but now, against my skin, I could feel just how wet with anticipation she had gotten, the juices from her hot, wet pussy, dripping as she slid herself up and down the length of my, by then, rock hard cock.

The hot, wet, and slippery feel as slides herself and up and down me, my head rubbing up against her soft fur, and her two tiny little breasts, was an wonderfully exciting and relaxing experience. Sensing that I was beginning to relax, she lifted herself off of me. He horn began to glow little brighter, as she "grabbed" it with her magic, and began rubbing me off with her magic, a uniquely unicorn sensation, tingly and electric.

And then, like it was out of nowhere, my cock is enveloped in the wet, hot, slippery goodness of her satin pussy, as she forces me deep into her, I gasp.

At this point, she begins, moaning with pleasure, thrusting herself onto me harder and faster, forcing herself further onto me, forcing me deeper and deeper into her, and I respond in kind, thrusting harder, and deeper, and faster, starting for find myself breathing more heavily.

As I start breathing more heavily, my breath shortens as well. She's panting now, and her horn is starting to give off sparks. I can feel it in her hips, that she's lost control now, and is running on an animalistic autopilot, and truth be told, so have I. It's the thrill of the hunt, and I begin giving everything I got, going harder, better, faster, stronger. We were beginning to near the point of no return, and we may have already crossed it.

It was obvious; there was no turning back now. We had reached the point at which the very idea of stopping becomes a completely foreign concept,and all of your thought is is devoted to a single act. A single pleasure. Her sounds of pleasure mix with mine, as we near the final checkpoint. The build up is excruciating, until then, it happens. She forces herself down on me, as far as possible, taking my balls into her satin walls, as as electric wave of ecstasy courses through my body into hers, and as I shudder with pleasure I feel her do the same, as a hot wave of ecstasy rushes through her vagina, over my penis. There's a flash of light that leaves me slightly singed, but it's ok. I still have her, and that's what matters.