Twilight struggled up the last few steps to her bedroom. Above her, the library’s branches twisted in the wind. There would be a storm tomorrow, Twilight was sure. She would have to check with Rainbow Dash to see how severe it would be, what she could expect for the duration and intensity of it. She had been planning to do some outdoors experimentation, test a hypothesis recently submitted to her through the School, but if the storm lasted too long she would have to move that to Saturday. Twilight made a mental addition of that to her checklist, and walked the last few steps to bed, yawning. Her work had taken quite a lot out of her today, and even still there was much that needed doing.
Her bed was comfortable, and already warm. She nosed her way under the quilt (her favorite, the one with stars and moons) and laid her head on the pillow. Tomorrow would be difficult as well, another tense day full of complicated equations and half-understood theories. Though she was loath to admit it, her work was beginning to catch up with her. Tomorrow, she thought. Tomorrow, I’ll finish everything, and maybe have the weekend off. She closed her eyes and tried to let herself drift off. Except I’m supposed to help Rarity remodel the boutique! Twilight groaned. Rarity wanted an extra storage area added and the rest rearranged to make more space in the showroom. How was she going to get any sleep when she couldn’t stop thinking about what she had to do?
A hoof pressed into her back as Twilight lay on her side, and began to rub gentle circles along her shoulder blades. There was a little more pressure, and then Twilight could feel her muscles relax under the massage. She bit back a moan. The motion felt quite good. A warm mouth joined the hoof, pressing soft kisses into the small of Twilight’s back. They tickled her fur as the mouth moved up her neck, leaving a soothing trail behind. “Not now, Pinkie,” she said. “I’m exhausted.”
“Not this time, Sparkles.” The mouth crept up to Twilight’s ear to whisper the words. Pinkie’s breath, hot and wet, filled Twilight with an indescribable electricity that made her hooves tingle. Twilight opened her eyes to herself staring at a piece of parchment covered in quill-marks. It was, in fact, Twilight’s schedule, and she was looking at Thursday night. “I knew this would happen, so I marked it on your calendar.” Sure enough, there on the page, under “10:00PM - Thursday”, were the words “Super Special Pinkie Time”, underlined and circled several times for emphasis. “And it’s ten-twelve, so you’re already tardy,” Pinkie added with mock sternness.
Twilight checked the calendar again to make sure the date was right. It was, and she did remember promising Pinkie a special evening since she’d been working so hard lately. It had taken Pinkie a while to adjust to the heavy workload that accompanied Twilight’s advancement in the School - even moreso than Twilight herself, it seemed at times - but Pinkie eventually came around to the idea that even the most spontaneous of things had to be scheduled when Twilight was this busy. “Can’t we reschedule?” Twilight asked. “Take a rain check or something? I really need to get some rest…”
Pinkie spun Twilight over onto her other side so she was now looking directly into her marefriend’s face. The pink pony’s hair was as unruly as ever, and Twilight had to surpress a giggle at the eager look the mare was giving her. “Uh uh!” Pinkie said. “We make schedules for a reason. If we rescheduled whenever we wanted to, we’d never get anything done!” She was quoting Twilight’s own words, an irony not lost on the unicorn. Twilight was still skeptical, as she did have to be up early if she wanted to catch Rainbow Dash before the storm, so Pinkie pressed forward. The mare’s mouth met Twilight’s own for a second in a brief kiss. “I,” she said, pecking Twilight again on the lips. “Think.” Another kiss. “You. Need. This. As. Much. As. Me.” Each word was punctuated with a kiss, and each kiss lasted longer than the last, until the final one had Twilight locked onto Pinkie for half a minute. As Twilight pulled away finally, her eyes still closed and the heat of Pinkie’s lips still present, she felt something warm growing inside her.
“Uhnf,” she said. “No, no, I need to sleep.” She pushed Pinkie away.
“Are you suuuuuure?” Pinkie batted her eyelashes, pursed her lips, and put on a sultry expression. Twilight couldn’t help but laugh when she saw that there was still confetti in Pinkie’s hair.
“All right, all right,” she said. “I could never say no to that face.” Maybe it did work on her, ridiculous as the expression was. Twilight squeezed her legs together, and could feel wetness slowly building underneath her tail. Pinkie nearly jumped out of bed in excitement, but she stopped mid-bounce to look at Twilight.
“You don’t have to do this just for me,” she said, with a seriousness that still took Twilight by surprise even after a year of being a couple, and more than a decade of friendship. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”
It was Twilight’s turn to play the seductress. “Trust me,” Twilight said as she mimicked Pinkie’s ‘Come Hither’ face as best she could. “I want to.”
Pinkie finished her leap out of bed, then, and landed hooves-first on the floor, mane and tail bouncing wildly. “Great! So, I was thinking Number One-Hundred and Seventeen…”
“One-Hundred Seventeen?” Twilight repeated. Pinkie nodded vigorously. “All right, then, but you’re doing all the work.” Pinkie agreed without hesitation, and Twilight began to concentrate. A purple haze formed around Twilight’s horn as she thought of her marefriend’s perfectly-shaped rear end; smooth, and full, with just the right amount of bounce to it. An accompanying glow formed on Pinkie’s bottom, and the mare giggled in anticipation. Another moment of concentration and the spell was cast. Twilight sighed and rolled onto her back. This spell wasn’t particularly difficult for Twilight anymore, but in her current state of sleep-deprivation, even levitation required effort.
As she always did when she received this spell, the first thing Pinkie did was stick her head between her legs to check out the new equipment. As always, there was a small sheath and a pair of dangling pink balls. Pinkie poked at the sack with her hoof, and was rewarded by the tip of her penis peeking out from the sheath. She rubbed the sheath. The dick slid out a little further. It was dark black in color, contrasting strongly with the pink of her fur. Pinkie giggled and began bouncing her hips up in the air so that her dick bounced as well, slapping against her belly and growing a bit each time.
“You always do that,” said Twilight, who was watching her with a smile.
“Well, duh!” Pinkie said. “It feels really good!”
The cock commanded Twilight’s attention, bobbing up and down, with the balls swinging back and forth. It had grown almost to its full size, and gave a meaty thwack! each time it connected with Pinkie’s stomach. As Twilight watched it, she unconsciously snaked a hoof down between her legs and began rubbing small circles over her pussy. She signaled to Pinkie that she was ready. The mare took no notice, still staring at the head of her dick. Twilight rolled her eyes. “Are you going to get over here, or do I have to make you?”
“Ooh! Right!” Pinkie pulled her head away from the pulsing cock and refocused on Twilight. “Sorry, I got kinda carried away.” She grinned sheepishly.
“Just get over here!” Twilight could feel her fluids trickling down the back of her legs and onto the bed. She needed her badly, now.
With a push of her strong legs, Pinkie jumped over Twilight and landed heavily on the bed, causing Twilight, the blanket, and the pillows to bounce up in the air. Twilight landed on her side with her back to Pinkie Pie again, just as she had been before. And just as before, a pair of hooves began to play over her back. This time, Twilight did not try to restrain herself, letting her moans come out as Pinkie massaged all the tension in her muscles away. Pinkie wasn’t an experienced masseuse - this was no substitute for a proper massage from Aloe or Lotus down at the spa - but right now, Twilight needed some physical contact from the pony she loved, and Pinkie was happy to give it to her.
Another point of contact came down over Twilight’s flank, just above her cutie mark. It had been absent previously, but now there was a source of warmth as Pinkie’s dick pressed up against her. It was nearly at full hardness now, and Twilight shifted her hips side to side, rubbing her coat against the dick. Pinkie twitched, and gasped, and Twilight knew she was doing something right. Pinkie’s hips started moving as well, pushing her cock harder into Twilight’s back.
Twilight rolled over and propped herself up on her foreleg, looking at Pinkie. “You’re kind of missing the mark there.”
The mare snorted, and grabbed at Twilight, pulling her into a tight embrace. Twilight let herself be prodded and poked, the strange, unintentional foreplay only stoking her arousal. She laughed quietly at the look of intense concentration on Pinkie’s face: her tongue was sticking out slightly and her eyes were locked on the place where she and Twilight were supposed to be connecting. Finally, Twilight twisted so she was lying on her back, with Pinkie on top of her. Pinkie was gasping with exertion, and she looked at Twilight pleadingly for help. The unicorn rolled her eyes. Even after multiple times with this spell, Pinkie couldn’t hit a the broadside of a barn with it, to borrow one of Applejack’s expressions. With a small push, Twilight aligned the rod properly and nodded to her mate. Grinning from ear to ear, Pinkie pushed in.
The two mares exhaled strongly as sensation overtook them. For Twilight, there was a feeling of being full, of having an emptiness suddenly, forcefully made full, and it was glorious. She let out a small mewling sound that did not come close to equaling what she felt, and lay there, all her muscles tense. Pinkie, too, was motionless. The stimulation of so many nerves that hadn’t existed before was overwhelming. For the moment, the two made no movement, Pinkie still hilted inside of Twilight. “Wow-ie!” Pinkie said. Her voice was breathless and panting. “That’s a-ma-zing!”
The penis throbbed inside of her. Twilight could practically feel Pinkie’s heartbeat racing through every inch of it. “Ge-get moving,” she said, struggling to get the words out. Above her, Pinkie complied, pulling her hips back and thrusting them forward. The first several times were sporadic, random, as Pinkie tried and failed to think of anything besides how incredible it felt. But with a little careful urging on Twilight’s part, and some well-timed tugs, Pinkie fell into a comfortable rhythm. Twilight, her muscles aching even though other, wetter parts of her were happy for the workout, laid back and let Pinkie do all the work.
Pinkie’s cock, careful shaped in length and girth by Twilight after much experimentation, hit every imaginable spot inside her. The head, wide and bulging, slipped from the very edge of Twilight’s hole to her deepest insides and back in a second, sending waves of pleasure up Twilight’s flanks and into her brain. Lubrication was flowing out of her, and Twilight knew she would have to do some serious laundry in the morning, but just now, her brain was fuzzy and she stopped thinking about it.
“You feel so-o-o-o-o good,” Pinkie said, trying to get the words out and only partially managing. She pulled Twilight close and kissed her full on the lips, her hips still pumping away by themselves. Twilight opened her mouth and allowed Pinkie’s tongue to invade it. Her tongue moved and wriggled, searching for Twilight’s, and the two battled for supremacy in Twilight’s mouth. Pinkie won, as she always did, and Twilight let Pinkie’s tongue sweep over her teeth and lips, and her own tongue. Pinkie was moaning, switching between shrieks of pleasure and hums of contentment, and every vibration was transmitted directly into Twilight through their connection at the mouth.
Pinkie drew back from the kiss - Twilight held onto her tongue for as long as she could before it withdrew with a slurp - and raised up with one fore-hoof planted firmly on the bed to Twilight’s left. The question of where the other hoof had gone crossed Twilight’s mind only briefly before it was answered, in the form of pressure on Twilight’s clit. Through some rather tricky maneuvering, Pinkie was thrusting into Twilight while at the same time massaging the very center of her pleasure.
The cock and the jolts of electricity that seemed to come out of it faded into the background, overshadowed by the much more forceful rubbing on her clit. Pinkie was alternately running her hoof in tight circles over the nub and pressing down on it, hard enough to make Twilight’s legs kick. “Yes, Pinkie, yes!” Twilight urged, her voice low. “Right there!” She bit down hard on Pinkie’s shoulder, heard the mare yelp, but couldn’t think anything about it.
The pleasure was building up inside her, somewhere behind her stomach, a little above where that deliciously large dick was pressing into her. Each second only added to the fire that was now urging for release inside her. “I’m close-!” she managed to say, before her mind blanked out from bliss.
Pinkie noticed, and thrust hard one last time inside her. Holding her cock as far as it would go, Pinkie leaned forward and gave Twilight’s horn a long lick from base to tip. Twilight dissolved. A jet of magical liquid erupted from her horn, covering the headboard and splattering Pinkie’s mane in a thick purple fluid. “Hualagwalag,” she said as her whole body spasmed, legs jerking wildly. Pinkie held tight to her partner and rode out the waves of orgasm running through Twilight.
After what felt to Twilight like an hour but couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, Twilight came to a stop. Her breath was heavy and ragged. She looked up at Pinkie. “Why didn’t we start doing this ten years ago?” she said. Pinkie chortled.
“Well, that was amazing,” Twilight said, and she made to roll out from under Pinkie when she realized that she still had a very large, very hard cock inside her. “Oh my,” she said. “You didn’t get to finish?”
Pinkie pulled back, her dick sliding out with a pop that left Twilight’s insides squirming at the sudden emptiness. “That’s okay,” she said. “I know you’re tired. I just wanted to make you happy.”
Twilight put a hoof to Pinkie’s cheek. “You’re the greatest, Pinkie, but don’t be silly. I know how difficult it is to go to sleep with one of those. I don’t think I can stand up, but how about we try it this way?” She pulled Pinkie down to the bed and then rolled over on her side with her back against Pinkie’s chest, so they were spooning. Wiggling up, she positioned her hole, still tight and wet and ready, above the tip of Pinkie’s dick. “Go ahead,” she said, and Pinkie again pressed eagerly into her.
Their love-making was different in this position. Unable to get as much leverage, Pinkie was slower, but each thrust went into her deeper, pressing against the front wall of her marehood in an entirely different way from before. All four of Pinkie’s hooves were clutching at Twilight, rubbing and caressing her, stroking her coat and her mane. It felt more intimate to the tired mare, who closed her eyes and relished in the feeling of her partner all over her. Each touch was gentle, each push calm, and so it was a great surprise for Twilight when Pinkie pulled her in close and came inside her. Semen, hot and sticky, flooded her, leaking out of her pussy around Pinkie’s dick. Pinkie whimpered at the pleasure, and Twilight murmured into her ear, “That was wonderful, sweetie.”
Calmed by the words, Pinkie hugged Twilight and said, “You too, honey-balloon,” and then she was asleep. Twilight laughed and closed her eyes too. Pinkie Pie was so random. As always.
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