Two Bit What Hole?

Based off of: anonponyDASHIE's comment.

Direct connection to base chapter.

Warning: Nothing nasty in this.... Just pony sex. Oh yeah there's an OC. I don't get why that's an issue....

You fluff out your wings for a moment, thinking about the bonded, quivering mare in the tent and this... “Trixie’s” glee.

It’s obvious this mare wants the other to suffer and you’re not exactly one hundred percent happy with the thought of helping her...

But you have to admit the violet mare in the tent has a damn fine flank even if you’d hate to force yourself upon her.

A thought occurs to you.

Maybe you can have some fun, spurn this wizard hatted bitch and help the tied up mare feel good.

“Before I buy I have a question.” You say.

Trixie raises an eyebrow  and her grin shrinks to a less disturbing size.

“Yes?” She says with what sounds like suspicion.

“Would I happen to be allowed to... Say...” You look up at the sky and flick a forehoof back and forth as if looking for a word. “Remove the merchandise’s bonds?” You say after a pause, looking back at Trixie with what you hope is an endearing smile.

Trixie gives you a look so calculating you reckon it could solve math problems and rubs a hoof against her chin.

“Hmmm I don’t know...” Her brow furrows and her eyes trail back and forth across your features. “In fact you look kind of familiar... And your eyes look funny.”

You touch a hoof to your messy prismatic mane and blink your black on black eyes.

“Well that’s not very nice.” You say indignantly. “And maybe you just saw me around...”

Trixie squints suspiciously at you and leans closer, weirding you out more.

“Alright geez, chill filly, how about I pay extra?” You say just wanting the crazy pony to stop.

Trixie leans back and smiles again.

“Okay, then it’ll be double the cost for each ride.”

You frown at her, then roll your eyes and pull out your money bag.

“Alright I’ll take one ride.” You fork out four bits. “And an elixir.” You add as an afterthought placing another ten bits on the surface of the booth.

“Oh going for a long one huh? Or just have difficulty lasting?” She says with a mischievous grin.

You just glare at her and grunt.

“Ah whatever.” Trixie waves a hoof dismissively at you, picks the bits up in her magic, counting them out then reaches under the booth and places a large spherical bottle in front of you. “Drink up.”

You give the bottle a worried look and carefully grasp it in your forehooves. It’s warm to the touch and has a milky white colouration, disturbingly similar to a certain bodily fluid.

“Um...” You begin.

“Oh relax it’s not what it looks like.” Trixie interrupts with a laugh. “You’re a big stallion, just drink it.”

You carefully place the neck of the bottle against your lips and tip your head back with more than a little apprehension, expecting a foul bitter taste to explode upon your tongue.

You’re pleasantly surprised to find that it’s nothing of the sort, the liquid turning out to be amazingly sweet even if oddly lukewarm. Relieved with this revelation you gulp down the bottle’s contents and smack your lips a few times after finishing.

“Wow.” You state simply.

“See? Not what you thought.” Trixie says smugly. “What’s the point in drinking something that’s meant to make you feel good if it tastes disgusting?”

You had to admit Trixie had a point.

“Well don’t let me keep you.” She says floating a plain metal key out of her hat. “This unlocks the clamps around the merchandise’s limbs and the rest is all straps that you can undo by hoof. I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure it out. Just don't touch the ring around her horn unless you like electro-stim.”

You take the key in between your teeth and nod at Trixie before entering the tent.

The mare is in the exact same place and the exact same position as you had seen her the first time.

Unsurprising really considering her restraints.

You place the key on the ground and whisper into the mare’s ear causing her to tense up suddenly.

“I’m going to undo your restraints okay?”

You wait for her to nod stiffly before picking the key back up. You slot the metal instrument into the keyhole and twist it, creating a soft click as the mechanism turns and pulls up the latch. The mare slowly moves her forelegs, pulling the front stocks open as you undo the back ones.

You take a few steps back and place the key on a table in the corner of the small tent (you note the presence of various “toys” and several tubes of lube) and watch as the mare awkwardly steps out of the floor mounted stocks and stretches her legs slowly. An odd groan escaping from her forced open mouth gives you the impression that she hadn’t moved in quite some time.

You approach slowly in hopes of not startling the lavender mare and her ears swivel back and forth, following the sound of your hoofsteps. Once you're within legs reach of the shakey mare you speak quietly again.

"I'm going to remove the rest of the restraints okay?"

You wait for her to respond again and she gives you another stiff nod and an awkward "Uh-huh." With that cue you walk up to her and inspect the harness, your size meaning that you have to lower your head slightly to get a good look. You find the screw holding the jaw-spreader wide, the little nob being over where her lower and upper jaw meet and with a little difficulty you slowly unscrew the infernal little thing, clamping it between your teeth and twisting your head. It's pretty obvious it was made by unicorns.

You trot around to the mare's other side and unscrew the opposite knob completely loosening the jaw-spreader and allowing her to close her mouth. You then disconnect the harness from the saddle letting her lower her head and then with a little tooth work and a few shudders and unhappy grunts from the mare you detach the strap holding the harness to her face and she immediately spits the metal contraption out onto the floor and works her jaw furiously from side to side creating a few loud pops as the muscles in her jaw loosen making you wince.

You trot around the mare again, going around her back this time and you take a sneaky look at her fully exposed rear. Her pucker is quite large and her lower lips are slightly parted though not from arousal. It's an arousing sight for you but you frown as you realize that she looks thoroughly used despite being clean.

You bite the strap around her tail, pulling then relaxing it to unhook the buckle and return control of the mare's purple tail to her and she uses it to hide her flower and pucker, pressing the hairs hard against her rear and you can't help but feel sorry for her. She must have gone through a lot.

The mare tenses up as you place your head under her belly, your mane hairs tickling against the velvety coat as your lips undo the buckles, inadvertently kissing the mostly firm flesh. As you pull the saddle off she relaxes ever so slightly, shifting from hoof to hoof in what looks like nervousness instead of standing as still as stone, the corners of her lips turned down in a frown.

You circle around behind her again, pulling the squares of paper off each flank as you pass them, the removal of the tape causing the muscles beneath the shapely curves to twitch cutely, revealing a pair of six pointed, pink and purple stars surrounded by smaller white stars. It strikes you as familiar for some reason but you can't place why.

Finally you sit in front of her and reach up, placing your hooves against the sides of the blindfold. She tenses up immediately and her frown deepens into a scowl and her forehead creases.

You lick your lips and slowly lift the strip of cloth, pulling it over her horn and toss it to the side.

A pair of beautiful lavender eyes, full of worry and fear look into your own, reflecting your large masculine face. Before you can stop yourself you raise a hoof and stroke her cheek causing her to flinch away slightly from your touch. You pull the hoof back and smile awkwardly as you take in the rest of her face.

Her eyes are full of hurt and fear and her brow is knit at an angle of concern along with her deep frown as she looks at you almost pleadingly, you can make out lines from her eyes to the base of her jaw where her coat has faded half a tone lighter than the rest. You had heard once that crying repetitively can cause your coat to fade over time, something to do with the salt destroying the pigment of the hairs, but you never really believed it. Up until now that is.

Your heart all but melts for the mare and you hug her.

She squeaks in protest and squirms against your grip but you don't let her go, stroking her mane and shushing her, whispering promises of not hurting her and she relaxes slowly if stiffly in your grip.

"It's okay." You murmur into her ear. "I won't hurt you." You kiss her gently under her ear. "I promise I'll make you feel good."

The stiffens up again and squirms, grunting in protest.

"Trixie's watching." You whisper, ceasing her struggles. "I can help you but not while she's watching." You pepper her neck with butterfly kisses. "Just relax and it'll be alright."

As you feel her relax in your embrace you kiss from her shoulder to her lower jaw then along to her chin, sending shivers down her body then you carefully press your lips softly against hers.

Her lips feel soft if a little dry and you can't help but enjoy the feel of them but you don't try to go any further as the mare tenses up again, so you wait patiently for her to relax again.

Once she finally goes a little limp in against you, you press your tongue against her lips and she slowly opens her mouth, seemingly unsure. You take your time as you invade her mouth, being gentle, caressing her tongue and the roof of her mouth with your own wet organ.

When she remains unresponsive you open your eyes and see that hers are clenched shut and a guilty pang runs through you and you detach her mouth from yours.

"I'm sorry." You whisper to her and she opens her eyes and looks into your eyes for a second before looking away her lips pressed into a thin line. You push her back a little, "Here lie down. I'll help you relax."

She gives you a worried look but complies none the less, laying down on her belly and rests her head on her hooves, facing away from you.

You scoot up to sit next to her and press your hooves lightly against the small of her back and when she doesn't tense up completely you begin to press harder in small gentle circles, enjoying the feel of her soft small body against your hooves.

You're amazed by how utterly tense she is as you find knot after knot of clenched muscle up and down her back, not even the royal guardsmare you had, had that fling with years ago had been this worked up.

But considering the poor mare's situation it didn't really warrant surprise.

You smiled softly as you felt the lavender pony begin to truly relax as you work on her shoulders, moving your hooves up then out in an upside down L motion to get the shoulder and upper foreleg.

You'd always found massages to be incredible foreplay as they helped relax your partner as well as allowing you to explore their body without them feeling awkward but you still hadn't been one hundred percent sure if it'd work for the obviously traumatized mare seeing as she was so uncomfortable with physical contact.

Frankly you were glad to be wrong as a happy groan left her mouth along with a knot in her shoulder.

You spend a few minutes more working on her upper back then slowly shift your hooves down her back with small presses until your forehooves rest just above her flank, causing her to tense up yet again.

"Hey, hey, it's okay relax." You say to her in just more than a murmur. "I won't do anything more unless you want me to." You stroke her back gently. "I promise."

She doesn't look at you but you see her nod and she relaxes slowly.

You smile as you tenderly press down against the soft flesh of her flank and start to work on the tension in her rump and hind legs.

You steer plenty clear her tail which is still firmly pressed against her private area so as not to spook her and work your way down past her cutie mark into her upper hind leg.

She sighs in what sounds like a ghost of happiness as you remove her aches and you can't help but notice her tail relax, still pressed against her rear but not as firmly.

After what feels like half an hour of massaging her back you stop and ask her calmly if she could roll over.

She tenses up for a second and turns her head to look at you for the first time since you took the blind fold off, an alarmed look in her eyes.

"Don't worry." You say in a reassuring tone. "I just want to ge the tension out of your chest and upper abdomen." Hopefully sounding like you know what your doing is convincing enough. It works every other time at least.

She looks away from you and you think that she's going to refuse.

Then she rolls over.

It was slow at first, just her left fore and hind leg pushing up, making her lean to one side and at first you think she's trying to stand up, up until she flops onto her side then twists onto her back, her eyes averted and her lips pursed.

You barely suppress a chuckle at how absolutely adorable she looks, her round (though not quite as round as it should be which you think minor malnourishment may have a part in it) belly sticking out and her legs tucked up against her body, what looks like a blush showing on her cheeks.

You carefully place a hoof between her forelegs. "Relax and just breath." You instruct gently as you start to apply a light pressure to her chest.

She shoots you a side long look, a tiny hint of trust showing through the diminishing fear in her eyes and she nods.

You smile at her as you gently rub the muscles between her forelegs. Although there aren't as many muscles to massage in between her legs it was a place that usually didn't get touched on most mares and so placing pressure and contact on it and getting them used to it tended to help them relax as well as build up trust as it would be easy for you, being the large stallion you are, to just press down and cut off their ability to breath and the simple fact that you don't tends to sway them in your favor.

This proved true as Twilight relaxed even more, her legs pressing against herself less and her tail relaxed slightly, slowly moving down to the ground ever so slightly.

You slowly move your hoof down and let your other hoof join it as you begin to rub the top of her belly, causing her to sigh and close her eyes slowly.

Your ear twitches as you hear what seems to be an annoyed snort behind you but when you turn to look you see nothing.

Shrugging you continue your belly rubbing keeping it over a single spot waiting for the right moment.

The lavender mare mumbles something to you causing your ears to perk up.

"Pardon?" You say quietly leaning forward.

She looks you in the eye, the fear gone, just nervousness and something else.

"You... You can go lower." She says in barely a whisper.

You hold her gaze for a moment wondering if you mis-heard then lean back.

You slowly trace your hooves down, watching her to see if she becomes uncomfortable or tells you to stop.

Your hooves get half way down her silky smooth stomach before she speaks.

"St-stop." You do just that holding her gaze for a few moments more before returning your attention to your hooves and running them in small circles, back and forth across her stomach causing her to sigh with a tiny hint of happiness.

You smile as you work happy with taking it slow.

You steal a glance at the tent's entrance expecting to see a wizard hat clad head watching and from when you see nothing. How does she know when the customer's finished? You wonder to yourself.

You jolt in surprise when you feel a hoof touch your foreleg and pull them back in surprise then smile awkwardly when you see that it was the lavender mare who had touched you, a blush on her face and he hoof extended down.

"Sorry." You say gently to her. "Is there something you want?"

She looks away then looks back at you. You look in the direction she had glanced and find nothing other than the tent wall and candles and look back at her an eyebrow raised only to jolt in surprise again when her face is suddenly close to yours.

You look into her eyes, the mesmerizing purple orbs full of uncertainty, flicking back and forth between your own perfectly black eyes and something else just below your eyes.

You glance down as well, following her eyes a few times before realizing that she's looking at your lips.

With the hint gotten you move forward slightly, bringing your faces closer together then pausing letting her make the next move.

She copies your movement so that your lips are mere centimeters apart, your breaths mingling just in front of your faces.

You close the gap and your lips meet, no dryness left on her soft lips, just perfection.

You stare into each other's eyes as your muzzles press together and both of you close your eyes at the same time, letting go and letting the feeling of the kiss override your other senses.

You hold back, letting her take the lead so things don't move to quickly and you're surprised when in mere moments you feel her tongue press against your lips.

You tilt your head to the side and open your mouth letting her soft wet tongue enter your mouth exploring timidly, waving back and forth, from your tongue to the roof of your mouth over to one side of your mouth, over your teeth and across your cheek then back to your tongue, stroking the organ a few times.

You slowly lift your tongue to push against hers and her tongue retreats, not suddenly but slowly, wordlessly letting you know that she's okay and your tongue follows her's, pressed lightly against it.

As her tongue re-enters her mouth you pause to lick against her teeth, suddenly nervous about tonguing her after the first failed attempt, but with a small almost inaudible moan from the mare you throw your qualms to the wind and invade her mouth.

You feel around happily mimicking the motions she had carried out in your own mouth up until her tongue rises up to push at you and your organ meets the challenge head on, the two wet muscles sliding back and forth across each other with gusto, intertwining and licking, pushing back and forth in an erotic dance.

A stirring in your groin demands attention but you ignore it in favor of prolonging the kiss, your nostrils flaring as your heart rate quickens. You feel the mare press against you and you wrap your forehooves around her holding her close.

After an eternity of the oral dance you reluctantly part, your mouths still connected for a few seconds by a thick strand of saliva as you stare into each other's eyes, a strong red blush on the mare's face covering her purple hue.

You're both silent for a minute until you decide to try and break it with a question.

"Um, what... What's your name?"

The mare blinks at you a few times then looks away, biting her lip.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me, I don't mind." You add quickly.

She looks at you out of the corner of her eye and closes them, hiding the lavender orbs.

You frown for a second then decide to think nothing of it. Pressing your lips against her neck you begin to peck lightly up and down the elegant curve.

You're pleased to find her more receptive, sighing and relaxing towards your ministrations instead of flinching and shying away. She drapes a forehoof around your neck as you apply soft kisses in the crook of her neck and shoulder, slowly rolling over to lay her down on her back.

She doesn't resist as you kiss down to her chest, trailing down to her belly, pecking along her side before stopping halfway down, looking up to meet her eyes, silently asking for permission to go further.

Her face is bright red and she's chewing her bottom lip in anticipation as she watches you. She stares for a while before nodding slowly.

You nod back at her and smile reassuringly before continuing kissing down in between her hind legs, your lips brushing against her tiny teats hidden in her fur, your tongue darting out and licking one causing her to gasp at the sudden sensation. Your lips travel further down to the very top of her mound nestled in between her haunches.

You peek cautiously over her stomach to meet her eyes again and she pauses even longer before nodding to you.

Without hesitating you kiss her swollen flower eliciting a gasp from her. You smile as you land butterfly kisses down one side of her quivering sex then back up the other, pulling groan and gasp from her again and again. It's like music to your ears.

Your lips rest against the very top of her slit then slide down agonizingly slow, a low whimper telling you how much you're torturing her. You pause for a second over her clitoris, not touching it, just teasing with your breath.

A loud groan and a leg spasm tells you that enough is enough and your tongue darts out, pressing hard against the magic fleshy button and the mare cries out. You flinch at the unexpected volume but don't hesitate to go further, pulling your tongue back to run circles around the nub, drawing out moan after moan.

Your tongue runs down to the base of her slit, then pushes down and up, spreading the mare in one long lick making her all but scream in pleasure.

You can't help but think that she probably hadn't gotten off in a long time despite what she had been doing for however long Trixie had, had her.

You repeat this several more times, getting similar but less extreme responses then move your tongue to the lower area of her flower, feeling around the entrance of her inner sanctum.

She gasps in pleasure and shudders as you taste her juices seeping out of the love tunnel, surprisingly tasteless with only a slight flavor that you can't quite place.

Even if she lacked flavor the smell was overwhelming with your muzzle buried in her lower lips her musk permeates your nostrils whether you're inhaling or not.

Without warning you drive your tongue deep into her hot sex, wriggling and thrusting with the small organ, feeling about her insides, enjoying the texture and heat.

A pair of hooves suddenly press against the back of your head and you glance up to see her holding your head against her, a blissful expression of ecstasy shaping her face.

You lower your eyes back to her flower and abandon yourself in the act of giving the lavender mare oral.

In, out, side to side, up, down, a light nibble, a tender kiss, a rough lick, again and again doing anything with your tongue and mouth you can think of to bring her pleasure you suddenly feel her tensing up, her sex quivering in unabated pleasure around your face.

You close your eyes and let go, licking furiously with reckless abandon to bring her to climax and with a quick sharp nip to her nub and a long hard lick between her lips she came.

Your lips clamp against her sex as she spasms violently, crying out in orgasmic bliss as her insides pulsate ejecting lubrication into your mouth with you eagerly drink up, the flavor suddenly intense enough for you to recognize.

Blackberries.

She tastes of blackberries.

You smile into her as she comes down from her orgasm, her grip on you slacking enough for you to raise your head and look down at her prone form.

"Twilight." She murmurs seemingly absentmindedly.

"Pardon?" You reply.

"Twilight." She repeats barely any louder. "My name. Twilight Sparkle."

You smile wide and kiss her on the lips gently, leaving a light stain of her own juices on them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Twilight Sparkle." You murmur huskily.

She sighs and stretches her hooves out seemingly to hug you and brushes against your wings that had sprung out wide at some point.

A strong tingling sensation spreads through the appendages and you groan in pleasure.

Twilight blinks at you a few times in confusion then looks down at your sides, seeing her hooves embedded in the fluffy down and she grins with a hint of mischief. Your wings go completely rigid and you have to bite down on your lip to suppress a moan as her hooves slide back and forth across your feather down, the sensitive fluff sparking with sensation.

With the combination of a boost in confidence on the mare's part and a sudden weakening in your knees she pushes you over, rolling you onto your back. Before you can react she's on top of you straddling your stomach and assaulting your wings, running her hooves over the limbs from tip to base, melting your mind in moments.

You look at her, standing over you, feeling you up like putty in her hooves, a slightly manic look on her blushing face as she chews her lip in concentration, her lower body coming closer then farther away as her hooves go out then in along your sensitive flight appendages.

She looks so cute, so funny and oddly sweet. How did she come to be under the hoof of somepony like Trixie? It can't have been a choice. Right?

The thought is obliterated as she slips suddenly while running her hooves towards your wingtips and flops on top of you, something long, hot and very hard making it's presence known between the two of you as it squishes against her soft underside causing you to moan with the sudden blast of pleasure shooting up from your groin.

Twilight gives a frightened squeak and stands up immedeatly, removing the pressure and allowing your solid stallionhood to bob up, hovering above your belly, the tip just passing your belly button.

She stares at your member for a while and you're afraid that she may have been put off by the sudden announcement of it's existence.

She slowly reaches out and touches it, the tip of her hoof stroking the sensitive flesh, blanking out your mind and making you grunt. She draws her hoof back with the sudden noise and looks up at you before looking back down at your member and stroking it again, running her hoof from the tip all the way down to the base, sending shivers and half moans through you.

She looks back at your face and you meet her gaze a pleading look in your eyes as your pride quivers between your legs.

At an achingly slow pace Twilight moves forward holding eye contact with you as her belly strokes against your length a few times eliciting gasps from you and increasing the intensity of her blush.

She stops once you're both face to face, her's only slightly higher than yours and she lowers herself against you, your coats meeting. You can't see it but you can tell from where you can feel her body against you that your stallion hood is resting just behind her, hovering just outside of her beautiful warm entrance.

You swallow thickly in anticipation and look deep into the sea of amethyst that is her eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" You ask quietly.

"Sure about what?" She whispers back.

You open your mouth to answer but a moan comes out instead as a purple hoof runs down the length of one wing and a sudden intense warm softness presses against your wide tip.

You bite your lip as Twilight presses against your chest with a forehoof, pushing herself backwards against you, her widespread lower lips easily engulfing that which many a mare had struggled with in the past, your coats grinding together in the most wonderful way.

You writhe and grunt in ecstasy at the almost painfully slow pace she's adopted as her free hoof caresses you stiff wings and you find yourself having to put all your willpower into resisting the urge to just push her down all the way and bottom out in her snug heat.

You just can't believe how great she feels, most mares are tight for you, your body size being above the Equestrian norm, especially for a pegasus. She's definitely loose compared to almost every mare you've had and yet her love tunnel was a perfect fit around your rod, not tight but not loose either. And so utterly soft as well. If you were to compare it to anything it'd be like fucking moist satin.

Not that you'd ever done that.

Right?

Your mind was blasted back into a blank state as Twilight's rump collides with your hind legs and her moist cave clenches around your cock, extracting a groan from you. You look into the mare's eyes and she looks back, lust beginning to haze over her lavender pools.

"You... You're the first." She leans forward slowly craning her neck out towards you. "The f-first whose had me..." Her lips are inches from yours. "Had me like this..." You move your head up to bring your lips to hers. "Gentle." She finishes in a barely audible whisper just before your lips make contact.

As your mouths connect, your tongues lash out and collide with each other, entwining and grinding with violent passion. Her fore hooves grip your shoulders and push down, pulling her up against you and sliding your shaft part way out of her with a faint wet noise eliciting a groan from you and a sharp moan from her.

You grip her hips gently and push her back down, filling her back up and sending hot shudders of pleasure through your body as sweat starts to slick up the space between you.

She pulls herself up and you push her back down, again an again, your bodies flushing with hormonal heat and friction as you piston in and out of her with lewd slaps and your mouths smacking and slurping against each other, breaking only to cry out loudly or take a few short panting breaths from the exertion.

Twilight broke the kiss completely as she began to huff and gasp for breath, her inner sanctum spasming with every thrust and her grip on your shoulders began to wane forcing you to pull her up as well as push her down. You could tell she was close to cumming and you were all to happy to speed her on her way to climax.

You pick up your pace to a fever pitch, moving your hips in time with her movements as she wraps her legs tight around you, squeezing with all her might as she cried out and moaned in rising pleasure.

Finally with one solid thrust you buck your hips up as hard as you can and spread your legs wide, your length plunging in so deep that even your sheath slides in to her quivering tunnel and she screams, squeezing her limbs around you so hard it almost hurts and clenching her inner walls against your member attempting to milk it as her juices squirt out around your balls and thighs.

Her scream dies down and she completely relaxes, bathing in the after glow of her orgasm while your length twitches inside her, still hard and rearing to go.

You frown, momentarily confused. You usually cum at that point bringing about an epic climax where you can both slump over and fall asleep. Then a large, mischievous grin springs up across your face as you remember Trixie's elixir.

Well... If the mare's anything she's not a lier. Three times as long, here we go.

You wriggle your hips a bit, shifting your male extension about inside Twilight's over sensitive hole, grabbing her attention and making her gasp.

"Wh-what?" She says in an exhausted voice.

"Wanna go again?" You reply with a naughty smile.

She stares at you for a moment then groans.

"Oh Celestia you took the elixir didn't you?"

You just chuckle and buck your hips, getting another gasp.

"Oh Luna I'm going to be so sore." She mutters. "Yes, again make me come again."

She tries to pull herself up but her fore legs just shudder and refuse to take her weight.

"Huh... Um. I uh..." She just blushes and looks away.

You chuckle and kiss her on the cheek, liking the feel of her fur and hot skin on your lips.

"I take it I need to do all the work?" You murmur in a seductive tone.

She looks back at you and smiles weakly.

"You can go from behind if it makes it easier."

"You sure?" you say with a raised eyebrow.

"Well you're not gonna put in my butt are you?" She looks flatly at you.

You chuckle at her abrupt directness and nuzzle her nose.

"Only if you want me to."

She mutters something and slides off of you, your length sliding out with a quiet 'schlick' and you watch, staying on your back as she pushes her hind-quarters up, her back legs a little shaky and raised her tail, flicking the hairs up to rest against her back to reveal herself to you once more, head down bottom up.

Your eyes explore her rear, tracing up her slender legs up to her thighs, soaked in her feminine juices, to finally rest on her fully bloomed flower, the lips spread wide, spasming subtly and her inner walls stretched out for you to see, still recovering from having your length plumbing her depths.

Twilight turns her head to the side and looks at you out of the corner of her eye.

Taking that as a cue you roll to your hooves and casually meander over to her, looking down at her and smiling gently before moving your muzzle towards her haunches, inhaling her heady musk and breathing heavily on her fleshy entrance and engorged lips, sending shudders across her body and she whines cutely.

"Stop teasing." She mutters at you in mock irritation.

You smile and kiss her lower lips before rearing up and placing yourself over the smaller mare, lining yourself up against her, lightly rubbing your tip against the needy entrance.

She groans and pushes herself back into you slipping the end of your cylinder of love into her.

"I said stop teasing!" She growls.

You chuckle. "If you say so." You say smugly.

With no hesitation you thrust forward, driving your entire rod into Twilight without pausing, refilling her almost instantly, enjoying her wonderful heat.

She cries out and clenches around you whilst you groan in bliss, the wet satiny ecstasy embracing every inch of your cock.

You don't take It slow this time, going straight into pounding her soaking sex, your thighs slapping against her rump and your balls swing back and forth between your legs.

Twilight shudders beneath you moaning and groaning with every collision.

You lose yourself in the motions, slowing down and speeding up as the feeling comes to you, sometimes plunging all the way in and holding it there, just enjoying the sensation and other times pulling almost all the way out, prodding gently and teasing until the mare all but begs for you to dive back in.

Finally you feel her tensing up again, another orgasm no doubt coming to her and different from before you start to feeling a rising sensation deep in your loins and your balls feel as though they're tightening, signaling your own orgasm creeping up on you.

Twilight is rather quiet this time around, still moaning but not as loudly, exhaustion becoming very evident in her labored panting and shaking legs.

You wrap up the act as fast as you can, wanting to let the mare have a bit of rest and thrust into her as quickly and as gently as you can and you feel her finally clench up around your member and cry out quietly in what sounds almost like a coo.

Your plow her for a while longer, wrapping a hoof around her middle to try and take some of the strain off of her as you come to your own climax.

You shout wordlessly as the sensation hits you like a freight train of endorphins. Your balls tighten considerably and your cock pulses again and again, emptying it's contents into Twilight's hole. The feeling is almost indescribable other than that it feels like the entirety of your very essence is being poured into this mare's tunnel through the end of your cock.

Your so washed up in the most incredible orgasm of your life that you hardly notice Twilight muttering in disbelief at how much your off loading into her and the constant spurts of semen dripping out of her and onto your thighs.

As suddenly as it came your orgasm subsides and the stiffness in your limbs deteriorates into a sensation you'd liken to being turned into jello.

You let your weight come down on Twilight without realizing and you both collapse in a heap, the mare moaning beneath you while you groan on top.

After a moment you regain enough sense to roll off of the mare.

You glance over at her seeing her eyes half lidded and struggling to stay open as she murmurs something too quite to hear. You purse your lips and think about what had happened. It was strange in some ways... Some of her behavior seemed... Off. But who were you to judge? You didn't know this mare.

The tent's flap rustles and you turn your head back to see Trixie stick her head in.

"Hurry up and clean yourself off I've got more customers." She says, her face free of any humor or interest, though she does seem to have a slight red tinge under her eyes. The remenants of a blush?

You nod and struggle to your hooves and Trixie retreats from the tent.

You take another look at the mare squinting at her cutie mark. You know you've seen her before but... Your eyes widen as it comes back to you. A news paper article about the Royal Wedding between Princess Mi Amore Cadenza and Guard Captain Shining Armor and the Changeling attack!

This was Celestia's student, the Element of Magic and the one and only Twilight Sparkle.

You fall to your rump in shock, realizing the full magnitude of what you just did.

I fucked Celestia's student. Someone she sees as all but her own daughter if the old tabloids are true.

"C'mon get out of there!" Trixie shouts from outside.

"Alright yeah I'm getting out now." You half heatedly shout back.

There's got to be something you can do right? Someone you can talk to? But this is the Element of Magic! If she'd gone missing wouldn't there be an announcement? Maybe it's just a look alike?

Oh Celestial what if that was a changeling?

Nope don't think about that.

What if a changeling replaced Twilight and this was the real Twilight being whored out as some weird revenge for something?

What can you do?

What should you do?

Should you even do anything?

End(?)