Equestria MILFs 2 — When Twilight Comes

Twilight Sparkle was beside herself with excitement. She sat on the edge of her massive canopy bed, hooves sorting out rulers, tape measures, a blood pressure cuff, a stopwatch, a marine chronometer, and a bunch of other things even Spike didn’t recognize. “Oh, I can’t wait!” she giggled, bouncing on the edge of the bed as she set the chronometer, her plump pony rump jiggling. “We know almost nothing about the dragon reproductive system! Like… where does your penis come out?”

Spike was lying on his back on the bed, trying to decide how he felt about this situation. “It comes out of the… um, the hole.” He was a big dragon now, experienced with mares and women alike. Why was he so nervous?

Twilight wrinkled up her long older alicorn’s muzzle. “The cloaca, right. Okay. Okay. I can be open-minded.”

“Thanks, Twilight. Way to make me feel comfortable and positive about my body.”

She giggled and flopped down on her belly, facing him. “Sorry. So. Like, where do we start? This is kind of weird.”

Spike nodded. “We’ve known each other for so long, right? Pretty much my whole life. I mean… from a certain point of view… you’re almost like… my mom.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Well, with thoughts like that no wonder you’re not hard.” She hesitantly ran her hoof across the barrel-like curve of his broad, scaly chest. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? And… oh my gosh, do you think human Fluttershy and Rarity are okay with it? I didn’t even think!” She rolled on her back and put her hooves on her eyes. “You’re, like, a special ponyamorous threesome, and I’m going to make you cheat and make you feel bad! I’m evil! I’m turning into an evil princess! I knew this would happen!”

“Twilight, no!” Spike rolled onto his side and hugged her, squeezing her lanky yet pillowy body against his muscular one. “It’s not like that! Fluttershy’s married, for buck’s sake. An open marriage, I think. I’m not sure exactly what her husband knows, honestly? It’s okay, though!”

Twilight blinked up at him, her big violet eyes a little dewier than usual. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” said Spike. Spike had grown much, much bigger and hornier over the twenty-five years since they’d moved to Ponyville, and while most of his friends had just gotten older — and the mares curvier and more experienced, much to his perverted delight — Twilight had also gotten bigger and weirder. Her horn, legs and neck were longer, and her head more delicate. She’d gotten thinner in most places — Twilight had always been a pudgy pony, but now her belly wasn’t much larger than the average mare’s. Her rump was still gigantic, though. She wasn’t yet as tall as Celestia, but her rump already rivaled the senior princess’s in breadth and depth and exceeded it in jiggliness. Not that Spike ever stared at royal butts while royal heads were turned the other way, or spent any of his private time thoughtfully considering their individual, unique merits. Nope.

In any event, Twilight’s mane and tail were the strangest things of all — they had begun to float. Not all at once, but in occasional, stray tendrils that she would impatiently brush back down with her hoof or magic when she noticed them. And if you looked carefully, you could see stars in them.

She noticed him staring at her mane and took his cheeks in her hooves, tilting his face towards her eyes. “Kiss me, Spike. I need you.”

Spike leaned down to obey. His thin, pointed dragon tongue flicked against her soft, rounded pony one. Electric sparks of pleasure shot through his head, making the roof of his mouth tingle. His cock began to stiffen, ruffling its way further through the fur of Twilight’s barrel with every beat of his heart.

“Oh, Spike,” Twilight groaned, pressing her body against his, “oh, Spike, it’s so… so… oh my bucking Faust is that your penis?”

Spike jerked away, feeling wounded. “What? What’s wrong with it?” He clutched the S-shaped curve of his thick purple member to his chest.

Twilight reached out, tentatively stroking the smooth, silky surface of Spike’s cock. He stretched out his arms and legs, his mind going blank with the pleasure of her touch.

“Nothing. It’s amazing. It’s beautiful. It’s also as long as your entire torso. Please tell me you’ll grow into this.”

Spike shrugged. “Um, sure, I guess.” He really had no idea. There were a terrifying number of things he didn’t know about being a dragon — like almost everything, really. But now wasn’t the time to think about it. He bucked his lean hips, grinding his cock against Twilight’s soft body. She hugged it against her chest, rubbing one lusciously soft cheek against the pointy, bulb-shaped head.

She smiled up at him, her eyes squinted closed in little inverted ‘U’s of happiness. “Oh, Spikey, why didn’t we do this sooner?” She had a little smear of pre on her flawless alicorn cheek. Spike shivered.

“Aren’t we supposed to do… like… foreplay or something?” said Spike. He couldn’t stop rocking his hips. He reached up, grasping Twilight’s headboard with one big claw, willing himself not to thrust so hard he’d hurt her.

Twilight shook her head. “Don’t stop. I love this.” Then she popped her mouth over the end, lips stretched into an O by his leg-thick shaft. Her little hooves hooked around it, holding him tight so he couldn’t gag her, but she made sweet little gurgling and slurping noises anyway, probably entirely for his benefit. He felt her tongue wriggle against his frenulum. He felt a burning deep inside of him. He used to feel ashamed that he didn’t have large, dangling balls like stallions did, but when he’d finally worked up the nerve to ask Twilight about it, she’d explained that most creatures kept their balls inside their bodies. And if the… um, volumes of fluid he tended to see were any indication, his were huge.

“Twilight… Twilight… oh buck that feels good. Twilight, if I come in your mouth, I’m gonna… Hey, whoa!”

Twilight’s back legs had been questing around his rear end ever since they’d started cuddling; she seemed to have finally found what she wanted. They locked around his narrow middle just in front of his legs, and Spike felt the wetness of her sex against the base of his cock. There was a narrow ridge along the first few feet of the bottom of the shaft, about four inches wide. It had never occurred to him to use that on a mare, but now Twilight was moaning hotly around his cock. She definitely liked it. He hooked a hind claw across her croup, feeling her purple body grinding against him. Her grinding became faster. Passionate. Frantic. Those long princess limbs spasmed around his body, and her pelvis jammed against the base of his cock so hard that it hurt. She stayed there, trembling her way through a presumably massive orgasm. Spike looked down at her. The sight of her elegant, earnest face locked in bliss with her lips straining around the end of his cock drove him over the edge, and his body was rocked, muscles clenching as cum roiled through the long tube of his cock and sprayed inside of Twilight’s mouth. She popped off his cock’s end with a squeak of surprise, mouth overflowing with dragon cum. But Spike wasn’t done. Those massive balls deep inside of him spurted three more times, and by the time they were empty, Princess Twilight Sparkle, the greatest hero in the land, was soaked in cum from the tips of her ears to the base of her neck.

“Mmmmm. Cinnamon-y,” said Twilight, licking her lips and pushing her matted mane out of her eyes. Threads of cum stretched between her eyelashes.

Spike giggled, then covered his mouth. “Aw, Twi, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that to you!”

Twilighted waved a hoof dismissively. “No, it was fun! Fun in a gross, gooey kind of way but still fun! Can you help me wash it off, though? I’ve got a ribbon cutting tomorrow and I’ve got to be G-rated for it.”

———

Twilight teleported in a few dozen gallons of water from a hot spring in a nature preserve outside Vanhoover and eased herself into the steaming water.

“Oh! Oh, that’s nice. This bathtub is the absolute best thing about this palace.”

Spike had to agree; he’d been sneaking in for eight-hour bubble baths every time Twilight was out of town since they’d gotten the place. “You said it was the green shampoo?”

Twilight nodded, then held her breath and ducked her head underwater. “Yeah. Hurry up. Cum gets stickier the longer you leave it.”

Spike paddled over through the swimming-pool-sized bathtub, and sat up to squirt the sparkling green liquid into his palm. Twilight rose up out of the bath next to him, dripping water and cum like the cutest, smartest, all-around best sea monster. Spike began to rub the shampoo into her fur and mane; dried cum came away like it was nothing, leaving Twilight clean and sparkling. “This stuff really works!”

“Zecora made it for me. I had a rough transition from when accidentally having cum in my fur at work the next morning went from ‘mortifying’ to ‘potentially civilization-destroying’, but I got through it okay. Ooooh! Spike you give amazing scalp massages! I need to start renting you out.”

Spike blushed a little. “Thanks. It’s the claws.”

Twilight peeked a large violet eye open cautiously, reasonably confident of not being stung by shampoo, and rolled it up to look at him. “Does it change things for you, thinking of me as a sexual being?”

Spike shrugged, claws rubbing gently at his friend’s scalp. They’d already gotten rid of the cum, but he liked the way massaging her head made her squirm. “It’s nothing new to me, Twi. Though I never thought we’d… well. We did.”

Twilight grinned and nodded. “We did!”

“I really like you, Twilight.”

She nuzzled his hand. “I really like you too, big guy.”

Spike’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not going to start calling me that, are you?”

“I might.” She rose up slowly out of the bath water, thick purple bubble butt parting the soapy waters like the dawning of the golden age of lovely mare behinds. “Want to see how much of you we can fit inside of me?”

Spike gulped and looked down as his cock did its own rising-from-waters bit. “Water’s terrible lube, Twilight.”

Twilight snorted and hiked her rump fully out of the water. Rivulets rolled down over her short glossy fur, making her coat gleam in the light of magic lanterns. “Thanks, mister sexpert. In all my years of fucking I’d never noticed that myself, thanks for filling me in.” She levitated over a mason jar full of goo, labeled ‘animal birthing agent’ in magic marker on tape, and slammed it down on the counter. Spike, however, was so mesmerized by Twilight’s backside that he barely flinched at the noise. It wasn’t like he’d never peeked before; he just always tried not to stare. Tried being the operative word. Twilight had such a plush rump, such voluptuously pouty pussy lip, and such a perfectly puckered ponut that he could look at them for hours without a care entering his mind.

“Hello. Hellooooo, Equus to Spike. Are you reading me?”

Right. She might like it if he did something besides look. He swam up behind her and slid his claws across her rump, gently pulling the cheeks apart. The motion pulled open her ponut and pussy a little, and he grinned toothily. The pussy winked at him. “Damn, it’s good to be alive.”

Twilight slapped her wet tail against the side of his head. “I’m glad you like staring at my ass, Spike, but compliments aren’t going to get me off. Lick, please.”

Spike chuckled, and pressed his semi-rigid dragon beak against the folds of twilight’s sex and inhaled. Dragons had a poor sense of smell, but he still enjoyed the pungent sweetness of Twilight’s mare musk. He wished he could get a whiff of it with his dog nose, though. There were nuances in there he wanted a better smell of. His pointy tongue flicked across Twilight’s outer lips, and her thighs shivered.

“Oh buck me, that’s more like it,” murmured Twilight.

Spike giggled happily and ground his nose against her opening. He slid his tongue against the bottom of Twilight’s sex, where the lips pouted out the furthest, and pushed the proud flesh aside to find her clit. Twilight bucked his hips against his face so hard that his nose pressed into the opening of her tunnel. “Wait! I have an idea! Spike, beakfuck me!”

Spike stopped licking. “But Twi, It’s really big, and… oh, yuck!” Twilight had levitated the jar of lube up and tipped it out over his snout.

“No buts, big guy. Your beak’s about his thick as your cock, but nowhere near as long.”

“But it’s pointy!”

“It’s ribbed for my pleasure. Get in there.” Her telekinesis grabbed him by his crest of spikes and dragged him forward, pressing his beak in against her pouty purple lips. It didn’t look like it was going to fit. He held back against the tugging on his spikes, afraid that he would hurt Twilight, but she was insistent. She yelped as he finally popped inside, hot, powerfully muscular flesh tight around his snout. It was slimy, wet, and silky smooth, and it felt so good that he didn’t even care that he really hadn’t breathed in enough air before he went in. He gripped her by her thighs and pushed his face in deeper, her cheeks squishing against his cheeks.

“Spike… oh, Spike, it feels so…” She thumped her hoof on the edge of the tub, unable to find any word in her massive vocabulary to adequately express her delight. But Spike was starting to feel light-headed. He thumped on her thigh, and pulled back, only to find himself held in place by vaginal muscles and magical force.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, buster. Here, let me get you more air.”

Sweet, warm, oxygen-rich air flooded his nostrils. Really, really warm. Kind of hot actually. Kind of extremely hot. Spike let out a muffled yowl, and yanked his snout out of Twilight with a pop.

“Hot! Hot! Hot!” yelped Twilight, who slid off the edge of the tub and plopped her butt into the water with a splash. “Oh, I forgot about how much waste heat teleportation generates! Bad idea! Bad idea!”

“Are you all right?” asked Spike, rubbing at his slightly scalded nose.

Twilight nodded and cast a cold spell on his beak. “This is hard. I mean, you’ve had sex with mares before, right? How do you do it?”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Normally we use my penis.”

Twilight fluffed her wings slightly. “Well. Do you know what I think?”

“What do you think?” said Spike, sliding through the bubbly water for a kiss and embrace.

“I think you’re probably smaller as a dog. You’re smaller as a dog, right?”

“My penis is smaller, but the rest of me is the same size.”

“Then I’m calling in sick tomorrow. Luna can cut a darn ribbon for once. Pack your bags, Spike. We’re going to the human world!”