The sky clouded over with dirty gray, bruised with deep blacks that almost looked purple to Jon. With a sigh, he swirled the wine in his glass as he turned his attention from the glass patio door back to his laptop, still considering the purchase he was about to order.
Jon Keller was a successful broker, specializing in investments and commodities. The dual specialty gave him an edge on the market, allowing him to often reap seeds where he did not sow, so to speak, and pocket opportunities that others could not see. To many, he was an inspiration, standing at five feet eleven, creating the striking image with his buzzed brown hair. Anyone who knew him all said the same thing. He was to be feared in business, but talk to him for five minutes, and he was your best friend.
Jon let himself smile, thinking of that morning at the office. New recruits would often stop and stare at him when he walked by, heading to his large office. Many considered him to be on the scale of a legend, while others wondered why he even came into work and dealt with all the lower mortals of the bottom sales floor at all.
True, in the year 2260, a man of his his standing didn't need to be bothered with driving to work, as anything he needed to do could be done on either a phone or computer right from his couch, or done by his secretary’s secretary, but Jon felt it soothing to drive through the beautiful country side of the green state of Oregon. The commute wasn't too long. Half hour at most, but the lush green forest, full of tall pines, ferns and unseen life brought him ease, and distracted his mind from the emptiness of his large home.
Setting the laptop on the coffee table, the large man stood up, stretching his arms wide, feeling three vertebrates in his back give off stubborn cracks, before slumping forward, still staring at the screen. How did it come to this? Was this really what he wanted?
Two years ago, anyone would have told you that Jon Keller was the happiest man alive. He had a beautiful home, successful career, and a gorgeous wife. There was even a scandalous rumor floating around that he'd under gone a body modification so he could keep up with her large libido. Such rumors made him the hero to every man and the desire to every woman. That is what they would say. The truth of the matter was quite a bit less glamorous.
Two years ago, Jon discovered that all the money he'd been saving for their future child to come, was mysteriously disappearing. After hiring his own private investigator to look into it, he found out that the cause of the missing money was none other than his own wife. Even more, the PI discovered that she was taking birth control pills in secret, thus keeping them from having any children, the sole reason why Jon let his wife talk him into getting the penis upgrade.
Needless to say, he was crushed. That was two years ago, and still his heart ached because of it. He sat down again, steeping his fingers to stare at the lighted screen in front of him. Two years was a long time without companionship left him desiring companionship, and his modification didn't make the emptiness of his bed any easier to bare. But, still, was this the answer?
He reread the bright colored writing.
Hi there! My name is model: 287.39A or Twilight Sparkle! I am a fun loving bio-droid who loves books, cuddles, and nice walks with my master. I can do light house cleaning, some cooking, and most sexual acts that my master would ask me to do. I'm sorry, thought, I don't do bondage. If you like that, see my sister, model: 289.69 Cadence.
The short description of the bio-droid was accompanied with a purple pastel pony, with a horn and wings, with a bright red rose colored star surrounded by five smaller white ones.
Bio-droids. A strange combination of organic material enhanced and brought to life with cybernetics. At first, these things were considered to be tools, toys, and lifeless. Oh how science has evolved. It didn't take long to discover that bio-droids were anything but lifeless. They were sentient beings created in a lab, who had thought, will, and motives of their own, but only to an extent. What did this mean? They were considered a lower form of life, like a dog or a cat. A dog or cat that also serves as a butler, maid, cook, care taker and, in many cases, intimate lover.
Jon wasn't sure he really wanted to stoop down to the level that he'd have a sex droid to serve his needs, but the emptiness of the house spoke volumes that something would have to change, and Jon didn't trust his heart to love again. This was the best substitute, and it wouldn't hurt to have someone to talk to. He punched in the order button, spending a few minutes filling out the required information, and clicked finished.
The 'thank you' window said that his order should arrive in no more than three hours, as he lived only two hours from the nearest warehouse that had that model in stock. Closing the laptop, Jon finished the last of his wine, the sour taste causing his mouth to salivate slightly at the pungent taste.
The ring of the doorbell stirred him from his daydreams of nothing particular. The package was here. Despite being unsure about the whole situation he was throwing himself into, Jon found himself jogging to the door, pulling it open with haste.
“Got a delivery for a Mr. Jon Keller here.” The delivery man mumbled. He was a pudgy man with a bushy mustache, and a lit cigarette clenched between his lips.
“That's me.” Jon nodded.
“Here, sign here...and here...and initial here...Okay, looks all good. Shall I bring it in for you?”
“Please.”
With a heavy grunt, the pudgy man, who Jon now noticed smell a lot like tobacco and stale sweat, heaved a large metal box into the main living room.
“If you don't mind me asking,” Jon began, pulling out his wallet. “I don't see many human delivery men now in days.”
“Oh,” The pudgy man chuckled, taking the ten that Mr. Keller was offering. “I don't quite trust a bot to get things right.”
“Interesting. You do realize that you are in a world surrounded by bots?”
The man chuckled. “Oh yes. That's all fine and dandy, but my dad told me that this day would come. If the bots realized that there were now more of them than there are of us, well, let's just say that most people now'n'days don't know how to do anything for themselves. I'll be prepared. Got an underground bunker and all, stocked with everything I need.”
Jon couldn't help it. He smiled, pulling out an additional ten. “I must say, you almost had me convinced.”
The mustache man smiled. “It's a good story eh? Truth is I like driving. My boss likes me, so he didn't let a bot take my place. Well, enjoy.”
Once the man was gone, Jon turned his attention to the box, for the first time. It wasn't anything special. A latch on top was clamped shut, and it stood about three feet tall. Jon walked around it once, not sure what to expect, before unlatching the top, pulling it open. Peering inside, he found his heart stop as he stared at the sleeping pony, curled up with a strange little doll, that looked like it had been hand sewn by the pony itself. It's buttons for eyes stared blankly at the world, as the purple pony held onto it tightly, almost like she was afraid, or having a bad dream.
Not sure what to do next, Jon sat down to consider this. He watched the sleeping pony for nearly twenty minutes, before he decided that it was time for Ms. Sparkle to wake up. With a gentle prod of a finger, he poked her in the side.
“Nnggg. No~” Without opening her eyes, she shifted away from the finger prod. Jon tried again. “Nnnggg!” Twilight opened her eyes, slowly blinking as she looked around at the cramped box, and then up at Jon's curious face. “OH!”
Jon jumped back as Twilight leaped onto her feet, eyes wide, though he couldn't read her expression. She looked around for a moment, cautiously climbing out of her shipping container. She seemed to be lost in thought, eyes searching for something around the room, until she saw Jon sitting on the couch, scratching his head out of confusion.
“Hello!” The pony grinned. “I am model 287.39A, but you can call me Twilight Sparkle. Would you kindly speak your name, master, so I can sync my vocal recognition program to you?”
“Uhhh,” Jon wasn't sure what he was expecting, but this...wasn't quite it.
Twilight put a hoof to her chin. “Uhhh. Strange name, but I won't question.”
“No, that's not my name.” Jon corrected. “It's Jon. Jon Keller.”
“Then why didn't you say so?” The purple pony asked, her face one of adorable confusion. “Why did you say uhhh then?”
“I wasn't sure what to say.” Jon replied, still not sure if he knew what was going on.
“Why would you not be sure what to say? I specifically asked if you could say your name. I even said hello.”
Clearly, model 287.39A, or Twilight, had never actually been around a human being before. “Twilight, when a human is unsure what is happening, or what to say, then they make noises while they think.”
Twilight's face brightened. “OH! I've read about that! I thought it was just something silly they put in the sex manual they gave me to read, but that makes sense now!”
Jon blinked. “Sex...manual?”
“Oh yeah,” Twilight gave him a heavy lidded smile, her tone becoming silky. “It says in there that how you know when your pleasing your master is by the sounds he or she makes during mid coitus. Uuuhhhaa, aaahhh, and yeeeesss are the three big ones, although nnnmmmph, ggggnnnnaaa and fffffuuuuuuck are also used as well.”
Jon just stared. He knew that he was ordering a sex bot, but he never imagined her to be so forward about it.
“Well...Is there more set up that needs to be done, before your fully functional?”
Twilight's face blushed through her purple fur. “Oh master, I knew that you might be lonely, but I didn't know you needed company THAT badly~” She turned around and without further explanation, flagged him, showing off a thick pair of dark purple lips, barely parting to show a deep red inner flesh that seemed to beg to be filled. Her tight anus was a deep purple, forming a star with it's tightly wrinkled skin.
Jon felt his shaft stiffen, and his mind go blank. “No!”
“Oh, you don't want that position?” Twilight asked seductively. “How about this?” She lifted a hind leg, balancing on her bent forelegs and her right hind leg. “Or this?” She turned her body, so she was holding herself perpendicular to the ground on on hind leg and foreleg. “Or this?” She flipped over onto her back and spread her hind legs. “Or this?” She reached forward and pulled her hind legs over her head, showing herself off to Jon, who seemed to have a hard time remembering how to talk.
“No.” He finally groaned. He leaned back on the couch, covering his eyes with a hand. “No, no, I mean set up. You're voice whatever is synced. What now?”
Twilight caught on, and let down her legs, blushing out of embarrassment now. “No, not really. Other than orders. What would you have me do mas-”
“Jon.” Jon cut off. “Call me Jon. I have a name, and I'd like to hear you use it. Please?”
Twilight frowned. Her programing told her that calling her master anything other than master was wrong, but her master gave her an order. He even said please. Wait, did that count as an order if the master used please? That's what they said to other humans, not bio-droids.
She sat down, looking more confused than she was when she first woke up. “If you say so.”
“I do.” Jon replied. “You want an order?”
Twilight's eyes brightened, as she wagged her tail back and forth like a dog. “Yes! Order me please!”
“Go get me a brandy. Should be in the pantry on the second shelf. Glasses are above the sink.”
Jon closed his eyes, wondering what the hell he'd just signed up for. True, while he could use a little sexual stimulation, but he wasn't about to do it with a bio-droid. It was like screwing a pet. You just didn't do that, even if it was created and programed for that. Something bumped his leg lightly. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see Twilight, giving him a silky smile, balancing the wide bellied glass of amber liquid on her head. She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
“Thank you.” He took the glass. The pony still remained there, smirking up at him, wiggling her eyebrows even more. “Uhh, you did a good job?” He tried, but she wouldn't budge from her spot. He, unsure what to do, patted her head.
She literally melted at the contact, eyes rolling into the back of her head, letting out a deep happy sigh. “Mmhhh~”
Jon gave an amused smile. “Like a puppy.” He mused allowed. He set his brandy, untouched, on the coffee table, and lifted her off the floor onto the couch. To his surprise, she held a decent heft to her, though he wouldn't exactly call her heavy, for being four feet tall, not counting the horn.
Twilight lay across his lap, a content smile on her face. Jon patted her head, then stroked her mane. “You know, you're quite cute.” He smiled, taking a moment to scratch an ear.
“Ooohh, Jon~” Twilight snuggled into his stomach, rolling over slightly, so he didn't have to reach far for the ear.
“That's actually why I picked your model.” Jon continued, continuing to scratch her ear, moving down to under her chin while she made mini sighs of satisfaction. “You see, I've been lonely for a couple years, and I just wanted a companion.”
A purple hoof stopped his hand from scratching more. Twilight sat up, now on eye level with Jon, smiling happily. “I'm meant to be a companion.” She told him. “So, please, I'm meant to be loved like that.”
“I can't do that.” Jon put a hand on her cheek. “I know it's what you were created for, but you still have life in you. How could I take away your innocence for my own selfish gains while leaving you with nothing?”
Twilight smiled, shaking her head. “Nnmmh, you won't leave me with nothing.” She looked deep in his eyes. “Jon, I'm engineered to love. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you.”
Jon looked back into her sparkling eyes. Slowly, hand still on her cheek, he pushed her back, getting up himself. “I can't. I won't. That's final.”
Twilight felt crushed in the inside. Her master, the only love in her life had just rejected her. What was there to live for? “Anything you need Master?”
“It's Jon.” He snapped back quickly.
Twilight stood up to her full height, trying not to cry. “No, Master. Your name is used by those you see as an equal. Clearly, I'm am not. If you could love me, then I'd might be an equal, but since you can't, then I'm just a lowly serving bot, who has not purpose of existence, but to serve my Master.”
Jon didn't feel like arguing. “Very well, then no. You can go and do what you want to do.”
Twilight nodded. “Very well. Do you have any books?”
“Books?”
“I like to read in my free time.”
Jon remembered the bio on her saying something like that. “Is that because actually you like to, or because you were programmed to?”
The purple pony's wings snapped open angrily “Do you have to be so insulting?” She demanded. “I don't go around asking pointedly demeaning questions to you, do I? Like why you have an altered penis that could satisfy me all day before you'd be spent?”
Jon's face burned bright red. “How did you-”
“Oh please,” Twilight shook her head. “My sensors alerted me that your penis is exactly ten point eight inches long. The average male penis is five point one inches. Also, judging that you're that size flaccid, clearly you had penile enhancement surgery, and altered glands installed giving you the ability to ejaculate large amounts of seaman without tiring like the average male.”
Jon felt his jaw drop, feeling more than a little violated that this strange droid know all that about his physical form.
But Twilight wasn't done yet. “And by the smell around here, you haven't brought home any woman in over a year, and you don't masturbate either, so what is that huge hunk of meat doing flapping between your legs?”
Jon felt insulted, and hurt. He was about to snap back at her, telling her to know her place, but then again, he did insult her by abstaining from her primary function.
“I guess I sorta deserved that.” He grumbled, by way of apology to his new...what ever she was. “My books are in my study. Second door down the left.”
“Thank you, Master.” Twilight replied, though the way she said master sounded softened.
He watched as she sulked out of view, although, he did notice a seductive swish to her hind quarters that he found pleasant to look at.
Later that night, he lay in bed, pondering what he was going to do with Twilight. It wouldn't be so bad, if she wasn't trying to get into his pants at every turn. She tried to get him to hold her on his lap, so she could read to him. That resulted in her trying to grind her butt on his crotch as soon as he sat down with her. After that, she insisted that she wash his back in the shower. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see what she really wanted to do there. Finally, before bed time, she begged him to let her sleep in the same bed. She wouldn't say why, but she wouldn't stop pleading, even after he shut the door on her.
This just wasn't going to work. He bought her to bring a little something into his lonely life. True, he didn't know exactly what he wanted, but Twilight wasn't it. He'd return her the next day. His bedroom door creaked open, and sniffling could be heard.
Jon didn't even look, knowing full well who was there. “What?” He demanded impatiently.
“C-c-an I sl-e-eep with you?” Twilight's voice whimpered. Jon sat up, looking at the sobbing pony, holding her strange doll in the crook of her left foreleg. “I-I-I had a b-b-ad dream.”
Jon felt torn. He was going to return this poor thing tomorrow because she was trying to do her job. While he felt his heart go out to the adorable pony, wanting to brush her tears away and cuddle her till she fell asleep, he at the same time wanted to keep his distance, as letting her in right now would only make returning her that much harder for the bio-droid. Hearing her sniffles, though, pulled too much at his heart.
“Sure.” He relented. “Come here.”
The uneven clop on the hard wood floor echoed around the room, standing as a testament of how empty the room was, other than the king sized bed. Twilight spread her wings and flapped a few times to fly the short distance from the foot of the bed to where Jon lay.
Without thinking, Jon pulled back the sheets next to him, and opened his arms. She threw herself into his arms, crying her eyes out, her wings holding on to him, as if they were arms.
“Y-y-you're going to thr-thr-throw me out...” She hiccuped.
Jon's heart sank. “It's just not working.” He patted her back. “It's not you. It's me.”
“Y-y-you won't even t-t-try!” Her accusation cut deep, because Jon knew it was true. “Even knowing that I loved you at first sight, you shun me. You won't even try to love me...Please?” The question hung in the air. “Just...Try me. That's all I'm asking. And...and...if you don't like me. I'll go.”
Jon pushed her back, still holding her so he could see her tear streaked face. Her pleading gaze was one of fear. She didn't want to go back to where she was. If what she said earlier was true, she was already head over heels for him, and forcing her to leave would be like ripping out her heart. Could he really live with himself if he did that? Do what his ex did to him?
“Okay.” He relented, feeling a knot in his stomach as he said the words. “I'll try.”
Twilight sniffed, and dried her eyes, laying down in the bed next to him, her back away. “C-c-can you try it in my plot?”
Jon laid down next to her, sliding his pants down enough to let his large flaccid shaft hang freely. “Plot?”
“My,” Twilight covered her face, squeaking in fear and embarrassment. “My bottom.”
“Oh. Yeah, sure. If that's what you like.” Jon had no objections to anal. If he hadn't been so focused in knocking up his ex-wife, way back when, he would have played around with her ass, and boy did she have a lush one.
As Jon felt up Twilight's flank, he noticed that her backside was quite shapely itself, and that brought his pecker some excitement, though he wasn't anywhere near hard enough for penetration. He pulled her hindquarters to his crotch, and started sliding his massive dick between her cheeks.
“W-wah-”
“Shhhhh,” Joh whispered in her ear, calming her. “Just go with it.” He kissed the back of her neck, letting his carnal desires take over, feeling the warm soft skin of her backside pressing against the feverish skin of this cock. Every purple hair bristle of her coat was soft as silk, sending electric tendrils of pleasure through the bulbous gland of his penis tip, elicitation a deep moan which Jon breathed into Twilight's ear, sending shivers of adrenaline filled lust through her body, completing the circle of growing passion.
Slowly, Jon's length hardened to a stiff erection that stood nearly a foot long. For any woman, that would be too much, but Twilight was no woman. Oh the wonders of bio-technology. Jon prodded her anus gently.
“Nnnngaa~” She whinnied.
“Shall I come in?” Jon asked, purposing breathing out the soft words into her ear, causing her to shiver and moan.
“Without lubrication?” Twilight gasped. Even though she was born and raised for this purpose, she knew the results of not taking the right steps when it came to anal.
Jon paused. “What did you have in mind?” He playfully let the tip of his sausage slide from her tight, forbidden hole to her now dripping puss, smearing her droplets of excitement over his shaft as he continued his slow thrusting.
Twilight whinnied again, unable to make any coherent sentences as he teased her. It took all her will power to throw her head back and gasp breathlessly. “Fuck me! Fuck me and make me your Celestia Fucking Mare that lives for your seed to fill me till I pop like a plump party pastry from Pinkie Pie's prized platter!”
Jon might not know exactly what she said, but he got the message, and took a moment slide down to line himself up with the pie that was to be creamed, lifting her hind leg up in the process. After a hearts beat, both preparing themselves for what was going to come, Jon thrust in. It wasn't hard, nor fast, but it slide in with enough force to bring a massive groan from both of them.
“Oohhhh yeeeeeesss!” He grunted as he continued to hilt his gigantic meat into her wanting vagina, which started to wink, as if trying to eat his Thick Jim.
“Fuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhk~” Twilight whined, feeling her tight virgin pussy being filled up with Jon's hot, pulsing, penis. She could feel every vain of his mast, every ridge being squeezed by her wet walls that threatened to collapse at any moment.
Jon paused, balls deep in her hungry passage. He found it strange. All day, he was stealing looks at this purple pony, trying to tell himself that he didn't want her, resisting her every time she threw herself at him, but now that he was giving in, he was seeing the truth about the matter. He so wanted to have someone, to feel loved for so long, that he didn't know how to accept it anymore. Gently, he turned Twilight's head to look at him.
“Twilight, we need to talk.” He said, with some difficulty.
“What?! Now?!” She complained.
“You'll like this talk.” He assured her. Leaning forward, he kissed her. It wasn't a kiss of hungry lust, like their screwing. It was a question with his lips, asking 'could this work?'
Her lips molded against his, letting them shape hers, as if answering 'we'll make it work.'
He pulled out of her puss, almost the whole way, before thrusting in fast. Her lips tightened on his and she moaned into him. After a few hard pumps, they could hear the squelching of a sopping wet clit being pounded by a slick love pole, Twilight's juices running freely, soaking the fur of her inner thighs and sliding down his hot shaft and dripping onto the bedsheets. Jon's hands wrapped around her waist, and started to pull her down and he thrust up, feeling ever inch of her fire like cavern that boiled over with succulent juices, going faster and harder as Twilight stopped kissing him and settled for gasping out his name, with a mix of profanity that he'd never heard before, nor would have suspect an innocent pony, such as herself, would even know about. He could feel pressure building at the base of his shaft as the tip sent down the all too familiar signals that it was time.
“Can you get pregnant?” He asked her, trying to hold back.
“Wah?!” The Purple pony gasped, trying to think through the haze of pleasure and ecstasy. “I-I don't think so!”
“Think?” He breathed in her ear, still banging away at her now thoroughly destroyed slit. “Well, lets find out!”
Twilight felt the burning hotness of her caverns become coated by the fire hose of a cock, as Jon came. Long, hot, sticky strands of seed burst from his tip like a geyser into her. They both felt pulse of each other as each one brought more and more cum to well inside of Twilight's lustful sex. Jon had many orgasms in the past, but this was the first one he could remember that lasted for almost a full minute in a half. After his final spurt, he pulled Twilight into him, and collapsed onto his back, hugging the little pony into his chest, still balls deep in her.
“Oh my Celestia~” Twilight drooled, eyes glazed over, mind numb with novocaine like pleasure.
“You said it.” Jon agreed, feeling his own body radiate lustful heat. It was like being in a sauna for a few hours.
“So,” Twilight tried to collect her thoughts. “D-did I pass?”
“What?” Jon tried to push the fuzziness away from his brain, but it wasn't working. “Fuck it.” He decided.
“You already did.” Twilight giggled, wiggling her rump, sending waves of pleasure down both their bodies.
Jon playfully spanked her flank. “Hey, do that again, and I'll have to finish what I started.”
“Uhh, what you started?”
“What? Forget already?”
Twilight laughed. “If it wasn't for programing, I would have forgotten my name after that.” She gave a mighty yawn. “I'm starting to get tired.”
Jon, arms still wrapped around her, turned into the bed, letting her down softly. Slowly, he pulled out his still stiff cock out of her.
“You can sleep.” He agreed. “But only if you snuggle me, and that's an order.”
Twilight turned, and smiled weakly as she let his arms wrap around her, and pull her in so they could snuggle, basking in each others after glow, eyes slowly failing them as they drifted on their own. Sleep over took them, and soon, they both were dreaming of what the next day could hold.
Jon slowly started to wake, feeling a sensation he'd never felt before in his life. By senses alone, he could tell it was morning, Twilight was no longer in his arms, and he was on his back. The last feeling he felt was something warm and wet over his penis, which was rock hard. Keeping his eyes closed, he tried to figure it out. No, it wasn't Twilight's puss. He'd sampled that last night, and this wasn't nearly as hot, but much more wet. Couldn't be her ass, as he assumed that would be a lot tighter, especially around his base. That left...
Opening his eyes, he looked down to see the adorable mare bobbing up and down on his cock. Many emotions ran through him, concern being a major one. But after last night, letting himself go, what was the point in saying that this wasn't okay anymore? He might be many things, but he wasn't one to be a hypocrite. Twilight's tongue lightly flicked across the lower back of his head, hitting the sensors that over loaded his brain with the tingling sensation of blissful pleasure.
“Morning. I see you're having your breakfast early?”
Twilight's eyes went wide as she got caught, but didn't stop her head bobbing. She looked up at him, eyes looking apologetic.
“Nothing wrong with that.” Jon smiled, feeling how wet her mouth was. “Though, if you could take it further, that would feel really nice.”
She complied, bringing her lips tighter together, and started to lower her head farther and father down, until she was no longer bobbing, but lapping at his nice sized balls while swallowing in rhythm. Jon groaned as he watched her work, surprised that she was not gagging on his near foot long.
Twilight's eyes looked up innocently, almost making him cum from the hotness of the situation. Seeming to sense that her master wanted to have a word with her, Twilight slowly made her way back up his shaft. Jon could feel his thickness being pulled out of her purple throat, which squeezed him tightly, as if it wanted to milk him before he came out. With a loud pop, his head came free of Twilight's lips, and she grinned gleefully at the wagging cock.
Jon didn't even say anything. Getting bed head had made him horny beyond belief, and he wanted to cum. Badly. He looked at his glistening pillar for a dick. It looked lubed up enough for him. He motioned for Twilight to come up to him, and kissed her when she obeyed. Picking her up, he rolled off the bed and made his way to the bathroom.
The large bathroom had a section with three full body mirrors arranged side by side, but angled, so a person could try on a suit, and see just how good it looked. Or, as in this case, set up a stool and get ready to enjoy some self made porn.
Twilight gasped as she felt Jon's large hands grasp and grope her lushes flanks, squishing them together, pulling them apart, kneading them and occasionally giving them a spank.
“Oh yes~” Twilight panted, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she enjoyed the attention to her ass. “Jon~”
Jon wanted to stuff her plot with his hot, demanding dick so bad, but he didn't want to hurt his new...well, he'd get around to what she was later. For now, he had work to do.
Kneeling down, he spread her cheeks wide and started licking her hole, tasting the salt from sweat, with the occasional sweet, mustiness of her puss juices. It tasted good. It felt good. Jon's dick leaked precum from the stimulation.
Twilight on the other hand was panting and groaning, as strange waves of pleasure coursed through her. When the first finger entered her tightness, she about screamed and fainted from pleasure on the spot. Getting her pussy destroyed felt good, and was 'loads' of fun, pun intended, but this was that times eleven. Jon didn't stop either, he worked that one finger in and out, going deeper and wiggling it side to side, until he slide a second on in.
“Oh Celestia fucking Luna's horn in public!” Twilight cried.
“I take it that's a compliment?” Jon smiled. Twilight's strange vocabulary for profanity was a rather unexpected turn on for him. Standing up, he once again pressed his tip, which was now slick with precum, as well as saliva from Twilight herself, against her still tight anus A gentle prod proved that his work did loosen her up enough for what was to come next. The purple pony made a happy noise at the new pressure. Without announcing, he pushed in, sliding deep inside her.
“RUT RARITY'S REAR RED RAW!” Twilight screamed, eyes welling with tears as Jon pumped his oversized shaft into her anus. It was too big. It hurt. And never before had she felt something so fucking good in all her life. “FUCK FLUTTERSHY FLUSHING FACE! YES! YES!!”
Jon wasn't going to last long. With the impossible tightness of Twilight's ass, her colorful swearing and the mirrors to gaze at, seeing himself rut this purple pony hard, he already was trying to hold back as much as he could, wanting it to last for as long as he could. But, alas, all things come to an end.
“I'm cumming!” He announced, speeding his thrusts up.
In a huge explosion, Jon fell a back blow of hot liquid hit his inner thighs as Twilight gave an orgasmic scream herself, spraying him with her own cum. He felt her rectum squeeze him tighter in sync with her massive orgasm, causing ever spurt of his own to shoot out harder. He blew every last drop into Twilight's warm rectum, but she couldn't take it all. Slowly, her stomach started to inflate with the copious amounts of sticky, hot, goo that he was pumping into her. Twilight's head fell, as she gasped for air.
Jon was also out of breath, enjoying the after glow of him and his sex partner. Slowly, he pulled himself out, leaving Twilight's gaping plot to leak thick, white seaman onto the spotless floor. It was clear to see that she wasn't going to be be moving any time soon. Patting her back soothingly, Jon went and turned on the shower, feeling a little more than exhausted from their little bout of morning sex. He could really get used to this.
“Come one Twilight. Let's get cleaned up.”
“Call me Twili.” Twilight said from her perch. Jon looked over to see her with a dreamy look on her face, her wings stuck out and her hooves dangling over the stool. “And all the peoples will love me~” She grinned, lifting all four hooves out, so it looked like she was in mid flight.
“I'm sorry, but did I brake you?”
Twilight giggled. “Yes. You fucked my brains out. I am officially fucked silly. You blew my mind, plastered me white.”
“Okay, enough with the terrible puns.” Jon laughed, picking up Twilight, and carrying her to the shower, which was a posh walk in shower, easily big enough for three people. “You know, for a sex droid, you do deliver.” He added, after setting her down on the wet floor.
Twilight sighed, feeling the hot water on her coat, letting it relax her. She was so relaxed that she didn't even noticed all the cum that her body was pushing out of her rectum.
“I have work,” Jon stated, washing his hair. “But I can just make all my work calls from here. What would you like to do?”
Twilight, who had been close to napping on the steamy, wet floor looked up. “Oh no. Please don't let me ruin your daily routine. As a bio-droid, I'm here to make your life easier. Not to force you to change. How you do things.”
Jon thought about that. “Okay.” He nodded. “If you say so. While I'm gone, there's a list of things I'd like you to do.”
And so, after giving her a short list of light house keeping to do while he was gone, Jon cleaned up and headed to work, his mind lingering on the purple pony and how much he was softening up to her.
It was strange. Just a day of having her in the house, and two very lustful fuck sessions, he found himself looking forward to spending more time with her, but not in a sexual way, although he wouldn’t say no if she wanted more. But they had plenty of that, and he was quite famished from this mornings especially. He thought more about Twilight, and how happy it made him to see her happy from being used, but he wanted something more than just a tease for his dick. If she was only used as a cum bucket, which she seemed to be okay with, Jon felt he would just see her as a tool of his own pleasure, and not an actual creature of thought and will, even if that will was directed towards him and limited to a large degree.
“Just like a dog.” He repeated to himself, stroking his chin as he drove. “A dog that loves to have sex, and is amazing at it.” He chuckled. Oh today's work could not end soon enough.
“You seem to have a spring in your step.” Michael, one of Jon's oldest work buddies noticed when he walked passed his office. “What happened? You finally took my advice and got laid?”
Jon smiled at his friend. “In a way.” He admitted.
“Well, don't just stand there like a newbie,” Michael waved him in, poring them both a small amount of brandy, which he kept in his office for special occasions. “Tell me about it. Who is she?”
Jon took his, swishing it around his glass, considering how to answer that. “Well, I bought a bio-droid yesterday.”
Michael laughed. “Oh good lord, a bio-droid? What, couldn't find a woman who had enough room for your Jimmy?”
“His name is Richard.” Jon quipped back. “And he demands lots of room. So happens that required a certain type of bio-droid, as most woman faint at the sight of him.”
His friend pounded his desk with laughter. “This is why I love you Jon!” He chortled. “You witty bastard. Okay, so I'll bite. What type of bio-droid?”
Jon hesitated only for a moment. He wasn't sure if Michael would understand his choice of bio-droid, but he could trust him not to go on and blab about it.
“She's a pony.” Jon stated. “Twilight Sparkle.”
Michael's smile faded slightly. “A pony you say?”
“I believe I did say that.”
“Is she purple? With wings and a horn?”
“Yes. Why you ask?”
“Uhhh,” Michael looked like he was struggling with something. “Jon. You do realize that Twilight Sparkle is a character from a children show, right?”
Jon didn't say anything.
“My daughter watches that show.” Michael continued. “Look, if you have personal preferences, I won't say anything, but you'll understand why that's...weird.”
“Well, she's more than a sex toy.” Jon reasoned. “She's a maid, a cook and-”
“A pony.” Michael interrupted, his face serious. As if realizing that the door was still open, Jon's friend got up and closed it. “Fucking her is fucking an animal. That isn't right Jon. Look. Return her, and get a bio-droid who's a french maid or something. A humanoid one is fine. Just, not a pony. That's just...strange.”
The look on his face said he was thinking of a word much stronger than strange.
Jon sighed, leaning back in his chair, still swirling his liquor in the brandy glass. “Mind if I ask you a few questions?”
“I'm all ears my friend.”
“What is sentient to you?”
Michael considered the question. “An individual who's capable to act and think for themselves.”
Jon nodded, looking at the amber liquid. “And what if a sentient being is attracted to another sentient being? Is that wrong?”
Michael leaned back, watching his friend for a long moment. “Are you saying that bio-droids are sentient?”
“I am.”
“And are you saying that Twilight is in love with you?”
“I'm inferring that the feelings may be mutual on that subject.”
After a long pause, they both nodded. Michael put his glass down, looking up at the ceiling, considering all that his friend had said.
“Welp.” He shook his head. “I can't say I find anything wrong with that logic.” Michael admitted.
Jon smiled softly. “Thank you for understanding.”
“Oh, trust me, I don't.” His friend laughed. “But hey, there are stranger things out there, am I right?” He got up, signaling the end to their little meeting. “Oh, and Mary told me to invite you to dinner next week. Hell, if you feel that strong about Twilight, bring her along. We'd love to meet the 'sentient being' who's stolen our friends heart.”
With a soft chuckle, Jon drained the contents of his glass and got up. “See you round.”
For the rest of the day, Jon pushed that conversation to the back of his mind, trying to focus on work. He tried not to think about what Michael had said. To have sex with Twilight was to have sex with an animal. That was wrong. But, was she just an animal? She could speak, think and act on her own, but was that actually true? Was it really her, as an individual, or was it her programing? How could he tell the difference, or was there one?
And then there was what he himself said, that the feelings between him and Twilight might be mutual on the subject of love. How could he fall for someone, anyone that fast? How could he say that he might be in love? Was it love, or was it just lust for more sex? All these questions scared him, because he didn't know the answers. Even more, he wasn't sure if he was ready for those answers. With a sigh, he concocted a plan that may get him out of answering those terrifying answers.
Just before going home, he stopped by his boss's office, knocking lightly on the open door.
“Come in.” The bald man behind the large desk answered, without looking up.
“Mr. Kain?” Jon spoke, not really sure how to word his request.
Mr. Kain, the CO of Trade Co. Lmt. looked up, his wrinkled face cracking into a wide smile. “Mr. Keller. Please, come in. Take a seat.” The old man closed the folder that was on his desk, setting aside and leaning back. “What can I do for you?”
Jon smiled. “Well, I was thinking of taking a vacation for a bit.”
“Oh, splendid. It's about time you took some time off and do something with yourself.” Mr. Kain nodded. “How long you need off?”
“A month.”
Mr. Kain paused for a moment. “A month you say?” When Jon nodded, he leaned forward. “May I inquire why?”
This was the part of the plan that would be the most difficult. Convincing Mr. Kain that a month was needed, without lying to him. The man could sniff out a lie as easily as he could see words in a book.
“Well,” Jon began slowly. “It has to do-”
“With a girl?” Mr. Kain offered helpfully. Jon nodded. “Vacation you say.” He thought for a moment. “Hawaii?” Jon nodded. “Get to know her better, am I right?”
As usual, his boss was spot on. These were the same reasons why he was the CO of the company. He just knew things.
“It's a bit more complicated than that.” Jon added, hoping to head off too many embarrassing questions.
Billy's face frowned with concern. “Are either of you in trouble or something?”
“No, no. It's just. Well, I need answers that I can't get here.”
Mr. Kain tapped a finger on the desk. “Sorry Jon, but you have to do better than that.”
“I might be in love.” Jon relented. “But I don't know.”
Mr. Kain's eyebrows shot up. “That sounds serious. How long have you known this girl?”
Jon looked away, feeling like a schoolboy in the Dean's office. “A day.”
There was a long pause, where Jon refused to look at Mr. Kain. Finally, he looked up into Mr. Kain's thoughtful face.
“Jon. I know it's been a while since you even considered seeing someone, but thinking your in love after a day.” The old man shook his head. “You may feel infatuated, but I rather doubt you're in love.”
“She's told me she's head over heels for me.” Jon replied lamely, searching for any reason to be right. He was grasping at straws.
“Sure she is.” Mr. Kain nodded. “And who wouldn't be? You're tall, handsome, have a successful career.” The old man chuckled. “Fact is, some men are even gay for you.”
Jon shifted uncomfortably at that statement.
“But back to what I was saying, Jon.” Mr. Kain stood up, so he could sit on the desk, having a higher few of his younger employee. “Listen to an old weathered man for a moment. The best way to know if you are really in love is to spend time with that person in your natural habitat. You can't disrupt your life and put everything on hold so you can figure it out. When you do, the world keeps turning, leaving you behind. Take her to a nice dinner, or even a movie, but do that on your own time.”
Jon sighed. It was worth a shot, though the idea of a dinner might be a good idea.
The drive home felt longer than expected. When he pulled up, he saw Twilight reading on the patio on the upper balcony. Smiling to himself, he loosened the tie around his neck and entered his home, to greet the pony that had somehow wormed her way into his heart.
“Twilight, I'm home.” Jon was busy taking off his shoe when he was hit in the stomach and taken down to the ground by a flying tackle from Twilight, who wasted no time in grinding herself on his crotch, tongue out and eyes shining brightly.
“Sex?” The way she spoke it made Jon laugh.
“Good lord. Just like a puppy.” He patted her head, scratching behind an ear, earning himself a long, happy moan. “Yes, I suppose we can, but I want to have a long talk afterward. Deal?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever, just give me cock!” Twilight salivated.
The pastel pony almost ripped the zipper off of his pants in her hast to get to the long treat she'd been craving all day. Jon helped a little, but in the confusion of flaying limbs Twilight ended up on top, with her flagging tail facing Jon's face. He could see the beads of excitement threatening to dribble out of her full lips that were winking hungrily at him. Twilight finally managed to unwrap Jon's Popsicle. Without a pause, she swallowed it whole, taking it as deep as Jon's shaft would allow.
“Aaahhhhaaaa, Twilight~” Jon's brain went on auto pilot, sitting up enough to reach forward and stuff his face into the plump ass of the purple pony.
“NNNgggwwww~” Twilight moaned, breathing through her nose as she tried to swallow the cock further, unfurling her wings to flap uselessly with delight as Jon ate at her aroused pussy. There they lay, in his front hallway, using their mouths and lips to please each other, trying to make the other cum first. Jon spanked her jiggly behind, which made Twilight even more excited, pulling off his dick slightly so she could massage his hanging balls with her hooves. Jon's wondering tongue moved from her moist cavern to her tight plot which, he noticed, still smelled of cum from that morning. Oh what a naughty pony.
Twilight ripped her mouth off of his gasping cock, screaming for all the world to hear. “I'M CUMMING!”
And cum she did. Jon's face was blasted by a spout of glistening liquid that erupted from the Twilight's nether's. It cascaded down his face, to his chin, and down his neck to soak his shirt. Twilight could only pant, though somewhere in her brain, something told her she wasn't done. Jon was close, but hadn't had his climax yet.
Panting heavily, she stood up and slowly turned around, crouching slightly as her horn lit up, aligning Jon's wanting meat with her tight plot hole. With little warning, she slammed her body weight down, forcing the massive cock to hilt deep in her. Twilight screamed, as Jon's own lust filled voice joined hers. It didn't take long of the ridges deep inside her to work their magic on Jon. Too soon he felt the ever growing pressure of the eruption to come. Twilight bounced herself, her eyes glazed over, showing no signs of consciousness as her body worked on by lust and programing alone, her tongue hanging out of her open muzzle, gasping for oxygen that was clearly not making it to her pleasure starved brain.
It was too much for both of them. With animal groans, they both came hard. Twilight's slit opened slightly as more of her aroma scented fem-cum splashed out in long squirts onto Jon's stomach, staining his shirt with her ecstasy. Jon felt his cock blast out turrets of rich, creamy cum deep into Twilight. He watched with a mixture of amusement and lust as her stomach started to inflate from the copious amounts of seed he was filling her with. That only made him hold her hips and fuck her until every last drop of his seamen was deep in the pit of her stomach, witch now looked like a balloon ready to pop.
“Ooohhhhh Jon~” Twilight breathed.
“Twilight~” Jon replied. “Oohhh, that was-”
“Fucking delicious beyond anything that Celestia could declare pleasurable~” Twilight finished.
Jon tried not to laugh. His little Twilight said the darnedest things. “That's works.” He agreed. It was a good thing that he ate a large lunch at work, because he wasn't anywhere near done.
Sitting up, he held Twilight upright as he got to his feet. She still sat on his fat cock, tongue hanging out, mouth in a large stupid grin of one who'd had their brains fucked out and loved every moment of it. She wasn't even aware that they were moving, until she felt the warm shower water soak her mane and coat.
“Round two?” She asked blissfully.
She didn't even get an answer as Jon's lips mashed against hers. Their tongues dance around each other, exploring the others mouth, as Jon started rutting her again, never pulling out his massive mast from her destroyed hole. He held her against the shower wall, planting his feet farther apart so he could really get in there deep, every hungry thrust bringing squelching slurps of an over saturated hole being fucked brutally. Twilight wrapped her wings around him, using her feather tips to caress his strong back, causing him to ram into her harder. She fought hard to keep on to consciousness, but the sensation of being filled and then rutted more was quickly over taking her, draining her of any stamina she still had and leaving her with only the desire to be used more. Before she could black out, Jon pulled out.
Both she and Jon poured nearly two quarts of cum onto the shower floor as her body, without her permission, pushed hard, defecating all the swirling white mess from her stomach and bowls onto the floor as Jon's own rod became a fire hydrant of cum. They both let out orgasmic cries, as they held each other tightly, riding it out for every amazing moment as they could.
“Twilgiht~” Jon kissed her softly. “I don't want you for a maid, or even a sex bot. I want you for a companion. A companion to love and hold dear.”
Twilight never thought she'd hear those words, and blushed. “Please, Jon. Don't say that.”
“But why not? It's how I feel.”
“I'm designed to make you fall for me, almost as much as I fall for you, Jon.” She admitted shamefully. “I'm just a droid made of organic material, programed to emulate life like behaviors.”
Jon's eyes looked deeply into hers. “I don't believe that.” He said. “I'll show you. I'll show you that you are more than that. And together....” His voice caught. Why? Why was it that he was getting choked up with this? Why was he caring about this bio-droid, who he had thought to be no more than an animal, or worse, a tool? But as he stared into her eyes, he saw intelligence. He saw emotion, and the desire to be what she wanted to be.
He brushed her mane out of her face. “Together, we'll show the world that you are as much as a person as I am.”
They looked into each others eyes for a long moment, before kissing softly.
The days passed, filled with love and happiness for both Jon and Twilight. There were still a few things that needed to be sorted out. Every day, Jon saw more and more what Twilight meant by her words that she was programed to emulate behaviors. If she was alone, she seemed almost emotionless, but as soon as he walked into the room, she had eyes for nothing else by him, and his cock. However, even in those moments, he could see that there was more to her. Like there was something trying to break free, but was caged by some invisible force. He couldn't quite explain it, but it confirmed what he believed, that she had more will than she was allowed to put forward. His guess it was her programing keeping her back.
Twilight herself pondered Jon's declaration that he said in the shower, that she was as much of a person as he was. It was a happy thought, but it wasn't true. I couldn't be true. She was a machine wrapped in flesh, programmed to satisfy the demands of Jon. Jon very easily could have been Karl, or Mickey, or maybe even a Sue or Dorthy. She was lucky to have Jon, but she couldn't be more than her own programming.
But ever time she looked into his eyes, seeing the growing affection he had for her, she wanted to be more. She wanted to break through the programing that halted her actions and move on her own accord. She wanted to love Jon because she wanted to, not because a program stimulated her body, forcing her to go into heat every time he came home from work. She wanted that to be because she wanted to. But, she was just a bio-droid. That kind of happiness could never be hers...could it?
The way Jon looked at her, spoke to her, even made love to her, she started questioning if it wasn't all a lie. That she was actually natural born, and was truly Twilight Sparkle, here in the human world, loving the one man who stole her heart, to hold him dear for the rest of their lives. But was that really her, or her programing? What if she was made to feel this way, to create a more intimate relationship with him?
As days turned into weeks, and weeks became months, they both buried those questions. Twilight would wake up everyday, excited to see what the day brought, and would love Jon for ever second he was with her. When he went off to work, Twilight happily busied herself with keeping the home clean, and preparing for that nights dinner for her love. Just what she always wanted to do with her life. Was there more could she want?
Jon considered how his relationship was building with Twilight, the bio-droid. Even though some things were beyond her, due to whatever programing she had, he could see that she truly had her own thoughts and wants. Sure, droids in general could imitate that, but she was different. She was truly her own self, even if she had some bounders to her. After looking into laws and forums on the matter, he came to a decision that made him excited, and nervous at the same time. He just hoped that his friends would understand, though part of him didn't really care if they didn't.
Twilight laid in her favorite spot, reading a new book that Jon had gotten her the day before. It was a romance between a monstrous beast and a beautiful young woman. A very fine read. Her ears perked up at the sound of crunching gravel. Oh, Jon must be home.
Carefully marking her spot, she shut the book, and made her way down the stairs to sit dutifully by the front door. She brightened as Jon opened it, kissing her gently on the nose. She couldn't help it, her tail waggled.
“You're a little late.” She mentioned as he took off his over coat, putting it on a hanger and leaving it next to the front door. “Traffic?”
“Yeah.” Jon nodded. “There was an accident on the freeway.”
“Oh my.” Twilight put a hoof to her mouth, eyes wide. “Was it bad?”
Jon shook his head, walking to the living room and sitting down. “The car flipped, but everyone looked okay. How was your day?”
Twilight smiled. “The usual. Thank you again for the book. It's a lovely read, and I'm enjoying it quite a bit.” She trotted over to him, nuzzling his leg. “You hungry? I have your favorite roast in the oven. Should be about-” Ding. “-ready!”
“Sounds good to me. I'll set the table.”
Twilight went to the oven, using her horn to open it and pull out the succulent meal of dark brown roast with potatoes, carrots, onions and cabbage. She also had a chilled salad in the refrigerator. With in minutes, they were sitting down eating, though Twilight only had the salad, as she didn't like meat. It was a pony thing.
“So,” Jon began. “I was wondering...”
Twilight looked up from her salad. “Yes, Jon?”
He laughed, rubbing the back of his head. “How long has it been since we've been together?”
The purple pony thought for a moment, slowly chewing a radish. “Has it been six months already?” She pondered.
“Time flies, doesn't it?”
“Yes.” Twilight smiled warmly. “And I won't have changed a thing.” She cocked her head to the side, as if something just occurred to her. “Why are you asking?”
“Well, Twilight.” Jon's smile faded a little. “I have grown to love you. But, somethings just can't remain the same.”
Twilight watched him worriedly. “W-what do you mean?”
“Well, it's simple really.” Jon went on. “Things are great the way they are, sure, but...I feel like it's time for change.”
“Did I do something wrong?” Twilight's eyes were wide and fearful.
“No!” Jon laughed nervously. “No, that's not what I meant.” He took a moment to consider his next words, fumbling with a box in his pocket. “Twilight. I love you. And as much as you living with me brings me joy, I just need...more.” He slide out of his chair, onto a knee, pulling out a small black box. “Twilight,” He opened the box, revealing a gold band ring decorated a ruby, cut in the snap of Twilight's cutie mark. “Will you make me the happiest man in the world by becoming my wife?”
Twilight's eyes glistened with tears as something inside her programming broke. For the first time in her short life, she felt free to choose for herself. She could say no, but- “YES!” Launching herself into his open arms, Twilight kissed him all over, nuzzling his cheek, crying tears of joy. “Yes! Yes! A million times Yes!”
