Terror in the Pleasure Domeby Captain_HairballChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Footnotes Chapter 1Footnotes Chapter 2Chapter 1I had chosen the largest room in the palace for my bedchamber, mainly because it had the most room for bookcases. It was a strange room, dominated by a massive bath, or possibly an indoor swimming pool, with its own multi-pony restroom, and a two-story closet as large as Fluttershy’s house. But I shouldn’t be bragging about my bedroom. I should be bragging about what was in my bedroom. In my bed, actually — a prince from another universe! A very guilty-looking prince, mind you. After hacking the human world mirror to allow free access, travel to other universes became a possibility. The circumstances that led my friends and I to discover Dusk Shine’s universe were quite an adventure, but once we knew where it was, back-and-forth travel was trivial to set up, as was a journal for quick written communication. “Twilight, we can’t do this. This is so wrong,” said Dusk Shine, hunched up on my massive four-poster bed in a pudgy little ball of woe. I’m not good with feelings, and even I could tell he was having second thoughts about our little project. Which was frustrating. I rolled my eyes and flicked my tail. “We’re consenting adults. You expressed an interest in this experiment in our personal correspondence. It took us months to find an opportunity to get you over here! Now’s hardly the time to start coming up with moral objections to some perfectly natural and highly scientifically interesting activities!” I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t expected some problems along these lines. Equestria α and Equestria β (and by the way Dusk’s habit of reversing this notation is highly irritating — we contacted them first, so we get to be α and that’s that) both have very liberal sexual mores, but in spite of the rather improbable parallels in my and Dusk’s life stories, there were still certain differences in our personalities. I’ve done magical scans of my own brain, and found, to my complete lack of surprise, high function in the reasoning portion of brain and minimal functioning in the empathic area of brain — I just don’t understand other ponies’ emotions, so I’ve had to reverse engineer empathy through scientific study, which has proven to be an extremely fruitful line of inquiry. Dusk, however, seems to have a normal empathic capacity. Instead, he has severe social anxiety. Where I had been able to learn the signals I needed to send to get my needs met at an early age, Dusk was simply too skittish to even think about it. Consequently, I was far more sexually experienced than he was. I knew this was going to be a problem going in,[1] but I hadn’t anticipated that he’d try to pull out entirely at the last moment.[2] Dusk was trembling. “But we’re probably nearly genetically identical. This could be considered incest!” Oh. That. “Listen, Dusk. There are two reasons I can think of why the incest taboo exists. One is that the unequal power relationships in families can blur the lines of consent. That’s obviously not a problem with us; we’re not related in the conventional sense. The other is that any offspring we had would be at risk for dangerous or disadvantaging recessive genes, which wouldn’t be fair to them, but I’m on so many contraceptive spells that I haven’t gone into heat since I was fourteen. So we’re safe from that, too.[3] So. Any other objections, Doctor?” He blushed. “Um, no. Not that I can think of.” “Then kiss me, you overeducated fool.” He leaned forward awkwardly, eyes closed, mouth open, tongue lolling, and lips sort of rolled out. I sighed. I was going to have to do most of the work here, wasn’t I? I put my hooves on his chest and pressed my lips over his. I took the top one between my teeth and pulled it down, then did the same with the bottom one. Better. Then I ran my tongue across his. Tingling sparks shot through my nerve endings. He let out one of those husky male moans that make my knees weak. His nose kept squashing against mine, though! I sighed, grabbed his head, and tilted his head about fifteen degrees to the side. “Like that,” I growled. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “I didn’t know. If you’re not having a good time we can…” I thumped him in the chest. “Less talking. More kissing.” His tongue pushed into my mouth, hot and clumsy and seeking. I nipped it slightly, and he shuddered. I pushed his tongue back into his mouth and rubbed my tongue against his big, smooth teeth. He took the hint, biting my tongue in return. “That’s interesting,” I gasped through the spit strings linking our mouths. “We like some of the same things.” “That felt really good! I’ve never done it before. Bite my tongue again!” He stuck his tongue out. I laughed, and licked it, wiggling at the texture of his taste buds against mine. Then I bit him as hard as I dared. He yelped. “Owth! Thath hurt!” he said, rubbing his tongue with a hoof. I laughed. “We’re silly ponies.” He laughed, too. “We are. Also we need to kiss more.” Even in two alicorns of exceptional intelligence and education, mentally and spiritually elevated above the masses of ponykind, the forces of nature can take control. From kissing, we moved to licking and biting one another’s necks. I could see his tumescence bobbing under his bearish belly, and smell the musky scent of his arousal. I could feel myself winking open in readiness, and I saw no reason to delay things. I turned away from him and went down on my front knees, haunches in the air, tail up and to the side, jaw on the mattress. Dusk pressed his nose up against the plush lips of my vulva and inhaled, shuddering at my scent. I expected him to just climb on and start hammering away, but Dusk was a gentlecolt. I felt his magic pressing inside of me, gently exploring and probing. His tongue pressed against my clitoris, and my body shuddered in response. His technique was crude, but his enthusiasm made up for it. I pressed my cheek against the bed and pushed up on my tippy-hooves with my hind legs to give him a better angle. “Oh… Dusk… Dusk… that feels so good!” “Am I doing okay?” “WHY DID YOU STOP LICKING?” “I’m sorry, I…” And I grabbed him by the mane with my magic and shoved his nose against my vulva. “Keep licking until I come or I’m sending you home.” It didn’t take him long. The tension built between my legs, every lick pushing me closer and closer to the point of release. I could hear spit and mare goo dripping on my sheets. I twisted my neck around and opened my eyes a hair so I could see Dusk’s sturdy chest, plump belly, and the long, elegant arch of his cock twitching, drooling, ready, and all because of me! Beautiful, beautiful Princess Twilight, the most important and special princess in all of… “Oh Faust!” I screamed, a flare of purple light flashing from my horn as my nerve endings sang with pleasure. “Did I do okay?” asked Dusk. “Get on top of me!” “Did you really come? I can do more if you didn’t but I… AHHH!” I wrapped my magic around his penis and pulled him — maybe a little too roughly — towards me. “Penis! Inside me! Right now!” He needed to be asked twice, but not more than that. He wrapped his forelegs around my flanks and yanked himself up over my haunches. I let him bounce the flat flare of his glans off my rump cheeks a few times, savoring the thought that I was corrupting such an inexperienced young stallion, then guided him into me. He was a perfect fit. A literally perfect fit, actually. It was like nothing I’d ever felt. He filled my aroused vaginal canal exactly, with none of the pain or discomfort that often accompanies accommodating a large male partner. It was… let me choose my words carefully here… it was delicious. In implication, as well as activity — how many ponies had this opportunity? How many would take it, if they had it? Fornication with oneself was a violation of all of nature’s laws, both moral and physical, and I relished it. The bed squeaked and wobbled under us. He moved back and forth inside of me, drawing out past his medial ring, then ramming forward until he almost but not quite brushed my cervix, hitting every nerve ending on the way. His forelegs gripped my haunches, squeezing my rump against his belly. He was shaking. Gasping. I felt wetness on my back near the withers. Was he drooling? “Oh!” I groaned. “It feels so good! Don’t stop! Please, don’t come yet!” That was a mistake. I should know from previous experience that “don’t come yet” is the most counterproductive phrase in the Equestrian language. He yelped with pleasure. I considered pinching his vas deferens closed, but I decided to be merciful and let him come. I felt him twitch and pulse inside of me, cum filling my vaginal cavity to overflowing in seconds. I was disappointed he finished so quickly, but it was flattering to think I was such a great lay he couldn’t hold back, and anyhow, I had plenty of experience with overeager stallions, and had prepared for this eventuality. “Oh! Oh, you’re amazing!” said Dusk. “I know,” I said, wriggling out from under him and twisting around to kiss him on the cheek. “You were, too!” He blushed furiously. “I’m sorry I came so soon.” I floated over one of the half-dozen stamina potions I’d brewed ahead of time from the rack by my bed. “Oh, you’re not half done, bucko. Drink this and get your notebook. We’ve got some empirical data to collect.” Six hours later, we were thoroughly, utterly spent. My fur was matted and sticky, both in the expected places, and more inconvenient and un-princess-like places, like my face, and all over the underside of my left wing. It had seemed like such a good idea, three potions in, to try alary intercourse, and now I was going to have to send Spike out to find Rainbow Dash in the morning so I could ask her the best way to get semen out of flight feathers (which I was somehow certain she’d know). Almost as bad: after him begging me and begging me for anal sex, I’d finally let him do something human-world Applejack had described to me as “hot dogging”, which she denied having ever done at suspicious length. It was just something she’d heard of. Uh huh. Anyhow, I’d let Dusk slide around behind me and pump between my very deep cheeks to his heart’s content, while I’d clopped away, enjoying the sensation of his cock against me and fantasizing about human AJ’s muscular, freckled ass pearled with cum. It had been great, until he’d emptied a copious load of stallion cum right onto my dock! It’s a huge pain to get cum out of your tail, even with magic! Anyway, now he was lying on his back on my tangled sheets, hind legs splayed. I was licking his testicles, trying to coax another erection out of him. His balls were the emptiest I’d ever seen — even with all the potions he’d choked down. Still, I couldn’t stop licking them — their dark purple skin was just so silky smooth! Dusk was tugging on his semi-erect penis, which was glistening with animal birthing agent, but he was getting nowhere. “This isn’t going to work, Twilight. I think… I think I’m done.” I groaned. “No! It’ll take me hours to make more potions!” Dusk let his penis flop across the curve of his belly and lifted his notebook with his magic. “Let’s see. I’ve ejaculated sixteen times, and you’ve reported at least twenty-two distinct orgasm events. My penis is, at full arousal, three point six two hooves long and one point zero eight hooves in diameter. Your vaginal canal is more difficult to measure, given the high elasticity of the tissues there, but seems to have approximately the same dimensions. The one time we managed to get most of my… um… stuff into a sample jar, it measured an astonishing four fluid ounces, which you then drank which is the most… uh… scientifically interesting thing I’ve ever seen. Twilight, I think we’re done for the day.” I sighed. ”I guess Bullddhartha Cowtama was right when he taught that the longings created by indulgence in sensual pleasures could never truly be fulfilled.” Dusk rolled over on his belly, turned around, and scooted over to rub his soft nose against mine. “I know, right? But it all felt so good! I wish we could have sex just one more time.” And then I had an idea. One of those ideas. I felt one of my too-wide smiles creep across my face. “You know… as alicorns, and as geniuses, we’re hardly limited by the constraints of our bodies.” Dusk narrowed his eyes at me. “What are you suggesting?” “Dusk Shine, how are you at reading minds?” He looked back and forth, as though there might be someone in the room we hadn’t noticed. “Um… I have never tried, because that would be highly unethical and also illegal.” He was almost at bad as lying as Applejack. “But if you did know how, and if I knew how too, we might be able to link our minds. We could do literally anything we can imagine, for as long as we wanted to. I mean, we’d have to set a timer on it, so we remember to disconnect before my friends come looking for us and we have some very embarrassing explaining to do that would probably involve Celestia and Solaris lecturing us on proper inter-dimensional diplomatic decorum. But even if we just went ’til dawn, we’d have days of subjective time to play!” It was foolproof. Nothing could go wrong. Dusk frowned. “I don’t know, Twilight. I’m getting that feeling I sometimes get. You know the one where you think things that are difficult and dangerous for other ponies will be trivial for you, and that you’re so smart that nothing you try could ever possibly go wrong?” “Yes. That one. Hubris. I get that all the time.” “Yeah,” he said, “I’m definitely feeling hubris right now. We shouldn’t do this, huh?” “Nope.” I said. “But we’re going to anyway, aren’t we?” “Yup. So should we just touch horns, or what?” “Yeah, let’s touch horns.” So we did. And the bottom fell out of reality. Chapter 2I was floating in a vortex of pure potentiality. An abyss of the mind so deep as to be essentially infinite, and yet I filled the whole of it with my presence. And I was alone. Or was I? “Dusk? Dusk? Where are you? Actually, come to think of it, where am I? Hold on a second.” “Twilight? It’s really dark in here.” “Try to make a light, maybe?” “I am, there’s nothing to see.” “Which one of us is talking right now?” “I have no clue.” There was no way we’d even be able to tell each other apart floating around without bodies like this! Our minds were totally intertwined. Which was hot, but more scary than hot, so we’d need scenery. A stately pleasure dome would do nicely, I thought. We ran a sacred river through caverns measureless to pony, rife with incense-bearing trees and sinuous rills,[4] girded about by towers and walls, the whole shebang. I placed myself on a path leading through a grove of swaying bamboo plants. I was, apparently, alone. “Dusk Shine?” “Over here!” I followed his voice through the grove, dragonflies fluttering around me. He was waiting for me in a glade illuminated by shafts of sunlight from a gap in the cavern roof far above. He’d built us a cedarn bower — a round, peak-roofed hut of red wood with large arched windows. The interior was filled with pillows. “Nicely done,” I said, nuzzling his cheek. He kissed me quickly on the mouth, and grinned. “Can we visualize, or what?” Could we? I looked around. The trees didn’t have leaves so much as textured blobs. The level of detail on the towers and cavern walls didn’t admit close inspection. None of the angles on Dusk’s cedarn bower were quite ninety degrees. Still, given that neither of us were artists, it wasn’t bad. I turned back to Dusk, and realized that he looked… different. “You don’t need to be all muscular like that,” I said, frowning. “I liked you fine the way you were.” He giggled. “Oh. Okay. Good. It’s actually kind of hard to keep up? My appearance just reverts to my normal form if I’m not paying constant attention to it.” His chest narrowed a little bit, and his belly filled out a little. I felt a little squirm of joy.[5] “Can we just sit here a while?” I asked, settling my rump onto the short, narrow stairs of the bower. He nodded and sat next to me. Our plump bottoms squished out so that our cutie marks touched each other. “Yeah! Yeah! Now that the time pressure is off… oh, it’s just so good to be with you!” He sighed. “My friends. I love them. But there’s nopony else like me in the whole world. Nopony but you.” He sighed and rubbed his hooves against his muzzle. “Oh, that sounds like I’m just trying to get you into bed!” I laughed. “Yeah, you already accomplished that. I’ll assume you’re sincere.” I sat next to him, hip to hip, and watched the condors circle in the patch of sky overhead.[6] He hesitated. “So. Do you still wanna have more sex?” I batted my eyelashes. “Only the kinkiest. Any ideas?” He brightened. “Well, we could try…” “No anal.” Why are ponies so obsessed with anal? It was so icky! And unsanitary! I need to ask Fluttershy some time.[7] “Oh. Um, what’s… uh…” he blushed and looked away. “What do you fantasize about?” I gritted my teeth as the number one thing came to mind. Number two. Number two. What the hell was number two? I remembered Humanjack’s butt from my fantasy earlier. Dusk had been to the human world, hadn’t he? Or a human world, anyway; I wasn’t clear on the details. Maybe he’d developed a taste. Bestiality was better than incest, wasn’t it? Maybe? Slightly? “Oh, this and that,” I said, “but I want to get to know you! What do you fantasize about?” “I’m afraid it’ll be too weird for you.” I smiled and patted his shoulder. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry.” ——— I had to admit, Dusk had impressed me. I thought he was just going to want a threesome or something. I mean, technically it was a threesome, but… oh, I’m getting ahead of myself. Dusk’s version of me lolled luxuriantly on the cushion-covered floor of the bower. She was on her back — understandably, because the hugely swollen teats between her legs would prevent her from walking, or even standing up. They reminded me of human-world Fluttershy, whose chest entered a room a full .83 seconds before her center of body mass.[8] Milk leaked from… oh, what am I going to call her? Twilight β? Headlight Sparkle? Booblight? Twilicious? Let’s go with Twilicious. Anyway, milk leaked from Twilicious’s teats in a slow, thick, pearly stream, meandering through the fur of her teats to pool up on the inside curves of her thighs and buttocks. “Oh, Duskie, they are so full. I need you to suck on them, please.” I hoped he wasn’t going to want me to pick up the “Duskie” thing. Not really my speed. Dusk was staring at me, trembling. “Are you… offended? I’m really sorry, I don’t mean to objectify you, I just…” I waved my hoof at him enthusiastically. “Oh, no! I like it! Love it!” “Would you like to taste me, Twilight? I am a very sexy mare and my milk is very sweet,” said Twilicious. “Your dialogue needs work.” Twilicious giggled vapidly and I rolled my eyes. Normally I consider high intelligence a baseline prerequisite for choosing a lover, but I’d make an exception for teats like that. I kneeled and ran my tongue from the point of her hock along the back of her leg, down her ass cheek and back up to the hollow under her teat where the milk had puddled. It was sweet, but not too sweet. Silky and creamy, too — I lapped it up slowly, pressing my cheek into the voluptuously soft flesh of her massive teat. It felt just like a human’s breast, and I really did wonder how much about that Dusk Shine knew. When I had run out of milk, I followed the trail up through her wet, soft purple fur. The massive teat wobbled under my tongue and made me want to bite it, so I did. Twilicious yelped, but didn’t protest, so I bit her again, this time on the nipple. A shudder went through her body. Dusk was nestled in next to me, making wet smacking noises as he suckled on the other teat. I reached out to stroke his cock. He moaned around the nipple. We played with her tits for a long time, sucking them, biting them, bouncing them off each other and giggling like school foals. When we got bored of that, we kissed down to her clitoris, fudging spatial relations so that we could kiss each other around the big round bud of her clit. Twilicious’ moans grew louder and more exultant, until at last her vagina spasmed and soaked us in a hot spray of musky mare cum. “You might’ve overdone that part a little, Dusk,” I said, wiping transparent spooge out of my eyes. My mane dripped on my snout. Dusk shook himself off like a dog. “Nonsense!” he said, and grinned. “Kiss me!” moaned Twilicious. “Please kiss me!” Dusk tilted his head towards the mare’s other end. “Do you mind? I wanna spend some more time down here.” “Not at all!” I said. I crawled up, leaned over her face, and ran my tongue across her exaggeratedly plump purple lips. “Kiss me! It is so hot when you kiss me!” Ugh. I stuck my tongue in her mouth just to shut her up. It was a new thrill, kissing my female self. I like stallions better, but it’s a close-run thing, and — let’s face it — I’m a pretty gorgeous mare. Dusk, apparently bored of cunnilingus, climbed up on her other side and kissed her on the neck. She broke her kiss with me, spit trailing from her lips, and turned to kiss Dusk. “Hey! Share!” I whined, playfully shoving him on the shoulder. “I’m not controlling her,” he said as she licked his face like a Golden Retriever would. “She’s an autonomous subconscious construct.” “Clever.” “Please stop talking and kiss me more,” Twilicious whimpered. I wiggled my nose up against the two of them, and we all stuck out our tongues, licking and biting each other until drool soaked Twilicious’ face and neck. I licked the edge of Dusk’s ear. “You wanna fuck her teats?” “Yes. Yes please.” “Well,” I said, nudging his rump with a hind hoof, “I want to watch you fuck her teats. Get to it.” Dusk rose up and fumbled over Twilicious’s plump legs and leaking teats. I helped him get his penis in between those two jiggly purple mounds. Once there, her thighs did a fine job of keeping her teats pressed around his thick purple shaft, and her creamy mare’s milk provided excellent lubrication. Dusk let out a moan of frantic delight, and began to hump like the overeager, inexperienced stallion his was. “Oh, yes! I want you to come on my belly!” shouted Twilicious. “Yeah, well, I want you to come somewhere else,” I said, rolling onto my back and putting my head on her rib cage. I opened my mouth, and Dusk’s flared glans popped right inside. “Oh my Faust!” wailed Dusk. I was glad we were doing this in our heads — the way his glans pushed through my lips and pounded my right cheek, tenting it out with every thrust, might’ve been excessively painful in the real world. Here, the inconsiderateness of it only made it hot. I pushed both hooves against my vulva, manipulating my clitoris and mashing my plush outer lips. I looked up at Dusk — he was so handsome, short ragdoll style mane flopping in his eyes, the muscles in his sturdy chest and forelegs bunching and relaxing, his cider belly jiggling against Twilicious’ teats. I groaned around the shaft in my mouth. Twilicious wailed with delight — as a mental construct, her pleasure would probably be based on the situation, rather than direct stimulation, so I theorized that her second orgasm would coincide with one or both of ours. I briefly considered the ethical implications of creating something that might or might not be considered sentient just for our personal sexual enjoyment, but I decided now wasn’t the time to think about it.[9] After all, this sort of thing happened in my dreams all the time. I focused on the feeling of Dusk’s hot, silky, salty cock thrusting into my face, smeared with Twilicious’s milk. I watched sweat trickle down the poor colt’s forehead as his thrusts knocked Twilicious’ teats into my cheek. This couldn’t be any better! But yes. Yes it could. This was basically a dream. I didn’t need to be only one person. I cast the mind reading spell again. “Heads up, Dusk.” He saw what I was trying to do and hooked up with me — a spell within a spell, not the easiest or safest thing to do, but have I mentioned us being geniuses? I assumed Twilicious’ horn was just for show, so I linked her as well out of courtesy. It was wonderful, at first. Even describing the sensations is difficult — I was Dusk, inexperienced nerve endings singing as my penis slid between slick teats and into a wet, willing mouth. I was myself, giving felatio to a handsome stallion with my head on the belly of a gorgeous, lactating mare. And I was Twilicious, luxuriating in a flood of sensation — everything was new to her! Our pleasure and excitement grew in a rapidly escalating feedback loop. It’s very easy, when I’m working on one of my little stories, to write “the pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced”. It’s a inaccurate as it is cliched — the physical sensations of sexual activity are generally interchangeable, and given an attentive and considerate lover, the differences are mainly going to be in personal style and physical characteristics, rather than overall level of pleasure. But in this case? It really was different from anything I’d ever felt. Physical sensation gradually gave way to a spiritual ecstasy that had more in common with the bliss of meditation than with carnal excitement. It reminded me of the feeling after I’d felt after I’d performed my first surgery… Wait a minute. “Dusk. Dusk. Can you hear me?” “I think so. I’m remembering some very disturbing things. Twilight, did I… I mean, did you really…?” “We’ll talk about it later. I think our personalities are losing cohesion!” “I’m… wow. I’m just remembering so many interesting details about your reproductive system! This is highly scientifically interesting!” “What is going on? Is this supposed to be happen?” “Who said that?” “Shut up, Twilicious. Dusk, on the count of three, can you disconnect?” I came back to myself in time to feel Dusk’s cum shooting in my mouth. It filled me quickly, thick and sweet like Twilicious’s milk. My heart was hammering with the fear of almost having my mind destroyed — that had been a thrill. I’d have to try it again some time. I ground my frog against my clitoris, and that was enough to initiate orgasm. Muscular contractions rocked my pelvis as hormonal rewards blossomed in my brain. I heard Twilicious coming on cue like a good little construct, her body twisting and convulsing with second-hand ecstasy. Then she was gone, and we were alone in the bower. “Where’s she go?” asked Dusk, looking around frantically. “Ith dunth know. Whnna fnd out wht cum rlly tathes like?” Author's Note http://www.fimfiction.net/story/333960/4/terror-in-the-pleasure-dome/footnotes-chapter-2 Footnotes Chapter 1[1] Note to self: there’s a pretty good sex pun in there somewhere. Maybe play that up if I ever get around to revising these notes. [2] Wait! There! I did it! Mission accomplished! [3] I’d also had sex with my brother, and it was amazing and I would do it again if he’d ever even talk to me about it, the moralistic dolt. But I didn’t think Dusk was ready to hear that. Footnotes Chapter 2[4] A ‘rill’ is a small stream; even I had to look that one up. [5] I can like fatties if I want. Shut up. [6] Really they were just little black ‘v’s we’d put in to show scale, but it’s the thought that counts. [7] Fluttershy is absolutely obsessed with anal sex, to the point where she often can’t achieve completion without some form of anal penetration. The psychology of this is opaque to me, and would be a subject for further study if ‘further study’ didn’t entail a risk of accidentally touching poop. It’s especially interesting to me how she’s terrified of so many normal activities, like talking to ponies or going outside, but totally not afraid of things any sane pony would be afraid of, like spiders and rectal insertion of large objects. [8] Literally, I’d timed it. [9] In retrospect, it was already too late.
Chapter 1I had chosen the largest room in the palace for my bedchamber, mainly because it had the most room for bookcases. It was a strange room, dominated by a massive bath, or possibly an indoor swimming pool, with its own multi-pony restroom, and a two-story closet as large as Fluttershy’s house. But I shouldn’t be bragging about my bedroom. I should be bragging about what was in my bedroom. In my bed, actually — a prince from another universe! A very guilty-looking prince, mind you. After hacking the human world mirror to allow free access, travel to other universes became a possibility. The circumstances that led my friends and I to discover Dusk Shine’s universe were quite an adventure, but once we knew where it was, back-and-forth travel was trivial to set up, as was a journal for quick written communication. “Twilight, we can’t do this. This is so wrong,” said Dusk Shine, hunched up on my massive four-poster bed in a pudgy little ball of woe. I’m not good with feelings, and even I could tell he was having second thoughts about our little project. Which was frustrating. I rolled my eyes and flicked my tail. “We’re consenting adults. You expressed an interest in this experiment in our personal correspondence. It took us months to find an opportunity to get you over here! Now’s hardly the time to start coming up with moral objections to some perfectly natural and highly scientifically interesting activities!” I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t expected some problems along these lines. Equestria α and Equestria β (and by the way Dusk’s habit of reversing this notation is highly irritating — we contacted them first, so we get to be α and that’s that) both have very liberal sexual mores, but in spite of the rather improbable parallels in my and Dusk’s life stories, there were still certain differences in our personalities. I’ve done magical scans of my own brain, and found, to my complete lack of surprise, high function in the reasoning portion of brain and minimal functioning in the empathic area of brain — I just don’t understand other ponies’ emotions, so I’ve had to reverse engineer empathy through scientific study, which has proven to be an extremely fruitful line of inquiry. Dusk, however, seems to have a normal empathic capacity. Instead, he has severe social anxiety. Where I had been able to learn the signals I needed to send to get my needs met at an early age, Dusk was simply too skittish to even think about it. Consequently, I was far more sexually experienced than he was. I knew this was going to be a problem going in,[1] but I hadn’t anticipated that he’d try to pull out entirely at the last moment.[2] Dusk was trembling. “But we’re probably nearly genetically identical. This could be considered incest!” Oh. That. “Listen, Dusk. There are two reasons I can think of why the incest taboo exists. One is that the unequal power relationships in families can blur the lines of consent. That’s obviously not a problem with us; we’re not related in the conventional sense. The other is that any offspring we had would be at risk for dangerous or disadvantaging recessive genes, which wouldn’t be fair to them, but I’m on so many contraceptive spells that I haven’t gone into heat since I was fourteen. So we’re safe from that, too.[3] So. Any other objections, Doctor?” He blushed. “Um, no. Not that I can think of.” “Then kiss me, you overeducated fool.” He leaned forward awkwardly, eyes closed, mouth open, tongue lolling, and lips sort of rolled out. I sighed. I was going to have to do most of the work here, wasn’t I? I put my hooves on his chest and pressed my lips over his. I took the top one between my teeth and pulled it down, then did the same with the bottom one. Better. Then I ran my tongue across his. Tingling sparks shot through my nerve endings. He let out one of those husky male moans that make my knees weak. His nose kept squashing against mine, though! I sighed, grabbed his head, and tilted his head about fifteen degrees to the side. “Like that,” I growled. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “I didn’t know. If you’re not having a good time we can…” I thumped him in the chest. “Less talking. More kissing.” His tongue pushed into my mouth, hot and clumsy and seeking. I nipped it slightly, and he shuddered. I pushed his tongue back into his mouth and rubbed my tongue against his big, smooth teeth. He took the hint, biting my tongue in return. “That’s interesting,” I gasped through the spit strings linking our mouths. “We like some of the same things.” “That felt really good! I’ve never done it before. Bite my tongue again!” He stuck his tongue out. I laughed, and licked it, wiggling at the texture of his taste buds against mine. Then I bit him as hard as I dared. He yelped. “Owth! Thath hurt!” he said, rubbing his tongue with a hoof. I laughed. “We’re silly ponies.” He laughed, too. “We are. Also we need to kiss more.” Even in two alicorns of exceptional intelligence and education, mentally and spiritually elevated above the masses of ponykind, the forces of nature can take control. From kissing, we moved to licking and biting one another’s necks. I could see his tumescence bobbing under his bearish belly, and smell the musky scent of his arousal. I could feel myself winking open in readiness, and I saw no reason to delay things. I turned away from him and went down on my front knees, haunches in the air, tail up and to the side, jaw on the mattress. Dusk pressed his nose up against the plush lips of my vulva and inhaled, shuddering at my scent. I expected him to just climb on and start hammering away, but Dusk was a gentlecolt. I felt his magic pressing inside of me, gently exploring and probing. His tongue pressed against my clitoris, and my body shuddered in response. His technique was crude, but his enthusiasm made up for it. I pressed my cheek against the bed and pushed up on my tippy-hooves with my hind legs to give him a better angle. “Oh… Dusk… Dusk… that feels so good!” “Am I doing okay?” “WHY DID YOU STOP LICKING?” “I’m sorry, I…” And I grabbed him by the mane with my magic and shoved his nose against my vulva. “Keep licking until I come or I’m sending you home.” It didn’t take him long. The tension built between my legs, every lick pushing me closer and closer to the point of release. I could hear spit and mare goo dripping on my sheets. I twisted my neck around and opened my eyes a hair so I could see Dusk’s sturdy chest, plump belly, and the long, elegant arch of his cock twitching, drooling, ready, and all because of me! Beautiful, beautiful Princess Twilight, the most important and special princess in all of… “Oh Faust!” I screamed, a flare of purple light flashing from my horn as my nerve endings sang with pleasure. “Did I do okay?” asked Dusk. “Get on top of me!” “Did you really come? I can do more if you didn’t but I… AHHH!” I wrapped my magic around his penis and pulled him — maybe a little too roughly — towards me. “Penis! Inside me! Right now!” He needed to be asked twice, but not more than that. He wrapped his forelegs around my flanks and yanked himself up over my haunches. I let him bounce the flat flare of his glans off my rump cheeks a few times, savoring the thought that I was corrupting such an inexperienced young stallion, then guided him into me. He was a perfect fit. A literally perfect fit, actually. It was like nothing I’d ever felt. He filled my aroused vaginal canal exactly, with none of the pain or discomfort that often accompanies accommodating a large male partner. It was… let me choose my words carefully here… it was delicious. In implication, as well as activity — how many ponies had this opportunity? How many would take it, if they had it? Fornication with oneself was a violation of all of nature’s laws, both moral and physical, and I relished it. The bed squeaked and wobbled under us. He moved back and forth inside of me, drawing out past his medial ring, then ramming forward until he almost but not quite brushed my cervix, hitting every nerve ending on the way. His forelegs gripped my haunches, squeezing my rump against his belly. He was shaking. Gasping. I felt wetness on my back near the withers. Was he drooling? “Oh!” I groaned. “It feels so good! Don’t stop! Please, don’t come yet!” That was a mistake. I should know from previous experience that “don’t come yet” is the most counterproductive phrase in the Equestrian language. He yelped with pleasure. I considered pinching his vas deferens closed, but I decided to be merciful and let him come. I felt him twitch and pulse inside of me, cum filling my vaginal cavity to overflowing in seconds. I was disappointed he finished so quickly, but it was flattering to think I was such a great lay he couldn’t hold back, and anyhow, I had plenty of experience with overeager stallions, and had prepared for this eventuality. “Oh! Oh, you’re amazing!” said Dusk. “I know,” I said, wriggling out from under him and twisting around to kiss him on the cheek. “You were, too!” He blushed furiously. “I’m sorry I came so soon.” I floated over one of the half-dozen stamina potions I’d brewed ahead of time from the rack by my bed. “Oh, you’re not half done, bucko. Drink this and get your notebook. We’ve got some empirical data to collect.” Six hours later, we were thoroughly, utterly spent. My fur was matted and sticky, both in the expected places, and more inconvenient and un-princess-like places, like my face, and all over the underside of my left wing. It had seemed like such a good idea, three potions in, to try alary intercourse, and now I was going to have to send Spike out to find Rainbow Dash in the morning so I could ask her the best way to get semen out of flight feathers (which I was somehow certain she’d know). Almost as bad: after him begging me and begging me for anal sex, I’d finally let him do something human-world Applejack had described to me as “hot dogging”, which she denied having ever done at suspicious length. It was just something she’d heard of. Uh huh. Anyhow, I’d let Dusk slide around behind me and pump between my very deep cheeks to his heart’s content, while I’d clopped away, enjoying the sensation of his cock against me and fantasizing about human AJ’s muscular, freckled ass pearled with cum. It had been great, until he’d emptied a copious load of stallion cum right onto my dock! It’s a huge pain to get cum out of your tail, even with magic! Anyway, now he was lying on his back on my tangled sheets, hind legs splayed. I was licking his testicles, trying to coax another erection out of him. His balls were the emptiest I’d ever seen — even with all the potions he’d choked down. Still, I couldn’t stop licking them — their dark purple skin was just so silky smooth! Dusk was tugging on his semi-erect penis, which was glistening with animal birthing agent, but he was getting nowhere. “This isn’t going to work, Twilight. I think… I think I’m done.” I groaned. “No! It’ll take me hours to make more potions!” Dusk let his penis flop across the curve of his belly and lifted his notebook with his magic. “Let’s see. I’ve ejaculated sixteen times, and you’ve reported at least twenty-two distinct orgasm events. My penis is, at full arousal, three point six two hooves long and one point zero eight hooves in diameter. Your vaginal canal is more difficult to measure, given the high elasticity of the tissues there, but seems to have approximately the same dimensions. The one time we managed to get most of my… um… stuff into a sample jar, it measured an astonishing four fluid ounces, which you then drank which is the most… uh… scientifically interesting thing I’ve ever seen. Twilight, I think we’re done for the day.” I sighed. ”I guess Bullddhartha Cowtama was right when he taught that the longings created by indulgence in sensual pleasures could never truly be fulfilled.” Dusk rolled over on his belly, turned around, and scooted over to rub his soft nose against mine. “I know, right? But it all felt so good! I wish we could have sex just one more time.” And then I had an idea. One of those ideas. I felt one of my too-wide smiles creep across my face. “You know… as alicorns, and as geniuses, we’re hardly limited by the constraints of our bodies.” Dusk narrowed his eyes at me. “What are you suggesting?” “Dusk Shine, how are you at reading minds?” He looked back and forth, as though there might be someone in the room we hadn’t noticed. “Um… I have never tried, because that would be highly unethical and also illegal.” He was almost at bad as lying as Applejack. “But if you did know how, and if I knew how too, we might be able to link our minds. We could do literally anything we can imagine, for as long as we wanted to. I mean, we’d have to set a timer on it, so we remember to disconnect before my friends come looking for us and we have some very embarrassing explaining to do that would probably involve Celestia and Solaris lecturing us on proper inter-dimensional diplomatic decorum. But even if we just went ’til dawn, we’d have days of subjective time to play!” It was foolproof. Nothing could go wrong. Dusk frowned. “I don’t know, Twilight. I’m getting that feeling I sometimes get. You know the one where you think things that are difficult and dangerous for other ponies will be trivial for you, and that you’re so smart that nothing you try could ever possibly go wrong?” “Yes. That one. Hubris. I get that all the time.” “Yeah,” he said, “I’m definitely feeling hubris right now. We shouldn’t do this, huh?” “Nope.” I said. “But we’re going to anyway, aren’t we?” “Yup. So should we just touch horns, or what?” “Yeah, let’s touch horns.” So we did. And the bottom fell out of reality.
Chapter 2I was floating in a vortex of pure potentiality. An abyss of the mind so deep as to be essentially infinite, and yet I filled the whole of it with my presence. And I was alone. Or was I? “Dusk? Dusk? Where are you? Actually, come to think of it, where am I? Hold on a second.” “Twilight? It’s really dark in here.” “Try to make a light, maybe?” “I am, there’s nothing to see.” “Which one of us is talking right now?” “I have no clue.” There was no way we’d even be able to tell each other apart floating around without bodies like this! Our minds were totally intertwined. Which was hot, but more scary than hot, so we’d need scenery. A stately pleasure dome would do nicely, I thought. We ran a sacred river through caverns measureless to pony, rife with incense-bearing trees and sinuous rills,[4] girded about by towers and walls, the whole shebang. I placed myself on a path leading through a grove of swaying bamboo plants. I was, apparently, alone. “Dusk Shine?” “Over here!” I followed his voice through the grove, dragonflies fluttering around me. He was waiting for me in a glade illuminated by shafts of sunlight from a gap in the cavern roof far above. He’d built us a cedarn bower — a round, peak-roofed hut of red wood with large arched windows. The interior was filled with pillows. “Nicely done,” I said, nuzzling his cheek. He kissed me quickly on the mouth, and grinned. “Can we visualize, or what?” Could we? I looked around. The trees didn’t have leaves so much as textured blobs. The level of detail on the towers and cavern walls didn’t admit close inspection. None of the angles on Dusk’s cedarn bower were quite ninety degrees. Still, given that neither of us were artists, it wasn’t bad. I turned back to Dusk, and realized that he looked… different. “You don’t need to be all muscular like that,” I said, frowning. “I liked you fine the way you were.” He giggled. “Oh. Okay. Good. It’s actually kind of hard to keep up? My appearance just reverts to my normal form if I’m not paying constant attention to it.” His chest narrowed a little bit, and his belly filled out a little. I felt a little squirm of joy.[5] “Can we just sit here a while?” I asked, settling my rump onto the short, narrow stairs of the bower. He nodded and sat next to me. Our plump bottoms squished out so that our cutie marks touched each other. “Yeah! Yeah! Now that the time pressure is off… oh, it’s just so good to be with you!” He sighed. “My friends. I love them. But there’s nopony else like me in the whole world. Nopony but you.” He sighed and rubbed his hooves against his muzzle. “Oh, that sounds like I’m just trying to get you into bed!” I laughed. “Yeah, you already accomplished that. I’ll assume you’re sincere.” I sat next to him, hip to hip, and watched the condors circle in the patch of sky overhead.[6] He hesitated. “So. Do you still wanna have more sex?” I batted my eyelashes. “Only the kinkiest. Any ideas?” He brightened. “Well, we could try…” “No anal.” Why are ponies so obsessed with anal? It was so icky! And unsanitary! I need to ask Fluttershy some time.[7] “Oh. Um, what’s… uh…” he blushed and looked away. “What do you fantasize about?” I gritted my teeth as the number one thing came to mind. Number two. Number two. What the hell was number two? I remembered Humanjack’s butt from my fantasy earlier. Dusk had been to the human world, hadn’t he? Or a human world, anyway; I wasn’t clear on the details. Maybe he’d developed a taste. Bestiality was better than incest, wasn’t it? Maybe? Slightly? “Oh, this and that,” I said, “but I want to get to know you! What do you fantasize about?” “I’m afraid it’ll be too weird for you.” I smiled and patted his shoulder. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry.” ——— I had to admit, Dusk had impressed me. I thought he was just going to want a threesome or something. I mean, technically it was a threesome, but… oh, I’m getting ahead of myself. Dusk’s version of me lolled luxuriantly on the cushion-covered floor of the bower. She was on her back — understandably, because the hugely swollen teats between her legs would prevent her from walking, or even standing up. They reminded me of human-world Fluttershy, whose chest entered a room a full .83 seconds before her center of body mass.[8] Milk leaked from… oh, what am I going to call her? Twilight β? Headlight Sparkle? Booblight? Twilicious? Let’s go with Twilicious. Anyway, milk leaked from Twilicious’s teats in a slow, thick, pearly stream, meandering through the fur of her teats to pool up on the inside curves of her thighs and buttocks. “Oh, Duskie, they are so full. I need you to suck on them, please.” I hoped he wasn’t going to want me to pick up the “Duskie” thing. Not really my speed. Dusk was staring at me, trembling. “Are you… offended? I’m really sorry, I don’t mean to objectify you, I just…” I waved my hoof at him enthusiastically. “Oh, no! I like it! Love it!” “Would you like to taste me, Twilight? I am a very sexy mare and my milk is very sweet,” said Twilicious. “Your dialogue needs work.” Twilicious giggled vapidly and I rolled my eyes. Normally I consider high intelligence a baseline prerequisite for choosing a lover, but I’d make an exception for teats like that. I kneeled and ran my tongue from the point of her hock along the back of her leg, down her ass cheek and back up to the hollow under her teat where the milk had puddled. It was sweet, but not too sweet. Silky and creamy, too — I lapped it up slowly, pressing my cheek into the voluptuously soft flesh of her massive teat. It felt just like a human’s breast, and I really did wonder how much about that Dusk Shine knew. When I had run out of milk, I followed the trail up through her wet, soft purple fur. The massive teat wobbled under my tongue and made me want to bite it, so I did. Twilicious yelped, but didn’t protest, so I bit her again, this time on the nipple. A shudder went through her body. Dusk was nestled in next to me, making wet smacking noises as he suckled on the other teat. I reached out to stroke his cock. He moaned around the nipple. We played with her tits for a long time, sucking them, biting them, bouncing them off each other and giggling like school foals. When we got bored of that, we kissed down to her clitoris, fudging spatial relations so that we could kiss each other around the big round bud of her clit. Twilicious’ moans grew louder and more exultant, until at last her vagina spasmed and soaked us in a hot spray of musky mare cum. “You might’ve overdone that part a little, Dusk,” I said, wiping transparent spooge out of my eyes. My mane dripped on my snout. Dusk shook himself off like a dog. “Nonsense!” he said, and grinned. “Kiss me!” moaned Twilicious. “Please kiss me!” Dusk tilted his head towards the mare’s other end. “Do you mind? I wanna spend some more time down here.” “Not at all!” I said. I crawled up, leaned over her face, and ran my tongue across her exaggeratedly plump purple lips. “Kiss me! It is so hot when you kiss me!” Ugh. I stuck my tongue in her mouth just to shut her up. It was a new thrill, kissing my female self. I like stallions better, but it’s a close-run thing, and — let’s face it — I’m a pretty gorgeous mare. Dusk, apparently bored of cunnilingus, climbed up on her other side and kissed her on the neck. She broke her kiss with me, spit trailing from her lips, and turned to kiss Dusk. “Hey! Share!” I whined, playfully shoving him on the shoulder. “I’m not controlling her,” he said as she licked his face like a Golden Retriever would. “She’s an autonomous subconscious construct.” “Clever.” “Please stop talking and kiss me more,” Twilicious whimpered. I wiggled my nose up against the two of them, and we all stuck out our tongues, licking and biting each other until drool soaked Twilicious’ face and neck. I licked the edge of Dusk’s ear. “You wanna fuck her teats?” “Yes. Yes please.” “Well,” I said, nudging his rump with a hind hoof, “I want to watch you fuck her teats. Get to it.” Dusk rose up and fumbled over Twilicious’s plump legs and leaking teats. I helped him get his penis in between those two jiggly purple mounds. Once there, her thighs did a fine job of keeping her teats pressed around his thick purple shaft, and her creamy mare’s milk provided excellent lubrication. Dusk let out a moan of frantic delight, and began to hump like the overeager, inexperienced stallion his was. “Oh, yes! I want you to come on my belly!” shouted Twilicious. “Yeah, well, I want you to come somewhere else,” I said, rolling onto my back and putting my head on her rib cage. I opened my mouth, and Dusk’s flared glans popped right inside. “Oh my Faust!” wailed Dusk. I was glad we were doing this in our heads — the way his glans pushed through my lips and pounded my right cheek, tenting it out with every thrust, might’ve been excessively painful in the real world. Here, the inconsiderateness of it only made it hot. I pushed both hooves against my vulva, manipulating my clitoris and mashing my plush outer lips. I looked up at Dusk — he was so handsome, short ragdoll style mane flopping in his eyes, the muscles in his sturdy chest and forelegs bunching and relaxing, his cider belly jiggling against Twilicious’ teats. I groaned around the shaft in my mouth. Twilicious wailed with delight — as a mental construct, her pleasure would probably be based on the situation, rather than direct stimulation, so I theorized that her second orgasm would coincide with one or both of ours. I briefly considered the ethical implications of creating something that might or might not be considered sentient just for our personal sexual enjoyment, but I decided now wasn’t the time to think about it.[9] After all, this sort of thing happened in my dreams all the time. I focused on the feeling of Dusk’s hot, silky, salty cock thrusting into my face, smeared with Twilicious’s milk. I watched sweat trickle down the poor colt’s forehead as his thrusts knocked Twilicious’ teats into my cheek. This couldn’t be any better! But yes. Yes it could. This was basically a dream. I didn’t need to be only one person. I cast the mind reading spell again. “Heads up, Dusk.” He saw what I was trying to do and hooked up with me — a spell within a spell, not the easiest or safest thing to do, but have I mentioned us being geniuses? I assumed Twilicious’ horn was just for show, so I linked her as well out of courtesy. It was wonderful, at first. Even describing the sensations is difficult — I was Dusk, inexperienced nerve endings singing as my penis slid between slick teats and into a wet, willing mouth. I was myself, giving felatio to a handsome stallion with my head on the belly of a gorgeous, lactating mare. And I was Twilicious, luxuriating in a flood of sensation — everything was new to her! Our pleasure and excitement grew in a rapidly escalating feedback loop. It’s very easy, when I’m working on one of my little stories, to write “the pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced”. It’s a inaccurate as it is cliched — the physical sensations of sexual activity are generally interchangeable, and given an attentive and considerate lover, the differences are mainly going to be in personal style and physical characteristics, rather than overall level of pleasure. But in this case? It really was different from anything I’d ever felt. Physical sensation gradually gave way to a spiritual ecstasy that had more in common with the bliss of meditation than with carnal excitement. It reminded me of the feeling after I’d felt after I’d performed my first surgery… Wait a minute. “Dusk. Dusk. Can you hear me?” “I think so. I’m remembering some very disturbing things. Twilight, did I… I mean, did you really…?” “We’ll talk about it later. I think our personalities are losing cohesion!” “I’m… wow. I’m just remembering so many interesting details about your reproductive system! This is highly scientifically interesting!” “What is going on? Is this supposed to be happen?” “Who said that?” “Shut up, Twilicious. Dusk, on the count of three, can you disconnect?” I came back to myself in time to feel Dusk’s cum shooting in my mouth. It filled me quickly, thick and sweet like Twilicious’s milk. My heart was hammering with the fear of almost having my mind destroyed — that had been a thrill. I’d have to try it again some time. I ground my frog against my clitoris, and that was enough to initiate orgasm. Muscular contractions rocked my pelvis as hormonal rewards blossomed in my brain. I heard Twilicious coming on cue like a good little construct, her body twisting and convulsing with second-hand ecstasy. Then she was gone, and we were alone in the bower. “Where’s she go?” asked Dusk, looking around frantically. “Ith dunth know. Whnna fnd out wht cum rlly tathes like?” Author's Note http://www.fimfiction.net/story/333960/4/terror-in-the-pleasure-dome/footnotes-chapter-2
Footnotes Chapter 1[1] Note to self: there’s a pretty good sex pun in there somewhere. Maybe play that up if I ever get around to revising these notes. [2] Wait! There! I did it! Mission accomplished! [3] I’d also had sex with my brother, and it was amazing and I would do it again if he’d ever even talk to me about it, the moralistic dolt. But I didn’t think Dusk was ready to hear that.
Footnotes Chapter 2[4] A ‘rill’ is a small stream; even I had to look that one up. [5] I can like fatties if I want. Shut up. [6] Really they were just little black ‘v’s we’d put in to show scale, but it’s the thought that counts. [7] Fluttershy is absolutely obsessed with anal sex, to the point where she often can’t achieve completion without some form of anal penetration. The psychology of this is opaque to me, and would be a subject for further study if ‘further study’ didn’t entail a risk of accidentally touching poop. It’s especially interesting to me how she’s terrified of so many normal activities, like talking to ponies or going outside, but totally not afraid of things any sane pony would be afraid of, like spiders and rectal insertion of large objects. [8] Literally, I’d timed it. [9] In retrospect, it was already too late.
