I 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