Not*worthy: A Story of Sex and Introspection

“So! Um… d-did you grow up in Ponyville, Noteworthy?”

I smile. It’s a slight, teasing thing. “You’re so cute when you’re uncomfortable, Princess.”

The red in her cheeks deepens even more. I drink in the color like wine. I lean forward to plant a kiss on one of those darling cheeks.

“Please!” she says, raising a hoof between our faces. “N-no kisses. Oh… ooohhh…”

I hold in a snicker and retreat a few inches. “As you wish, Princess.”

“Yes… as I wish…” She grins, then gulps. Her head tilts back. “Ooohh-ho-ho… that feels so good, Noteworthy.”

“I hope it does, Princess,” I say quietly, swirling my hoof in the other direction. “It’s just for you.”

“Nnnngh!” Twilight’s bottom eyelids twitch. She stares at the vaulted ceilings of her crystal castle and bites her lip. “So did you grow up here or not?”

“I don’t see why it matters.” I’m still smiling. My eyelids are heavy, though, and I focus on watching my own work.

She’s sitting on her haunches in a tall crystal chair, very much like a throne, while I stand to her right. There’s a large circular table in front of her, surrounded by similar seats, though the crest on her throne clearly designates it as hers.

I watch the muscles in her thighs constrict and quiver around my hoof. Her tightly bent knees keep jerking toward each other, but she bravely pulls them back. I have plenty of room to explore.

“You’re wetter than ever, Princess,” I say. My hoof gently slides upward, where I pause before slowly guiding it back down to where she likes its pressure most. “Are you finally starting to enjoy this?”

“Oh, ha ha.” Twilight takes a moment to roll her eyes before pleasure seizes her again. Her shoulders rise ― “Eep!” ― and a slack smile pries her jaw open. “Ooohh wow! I-I’ve always enjoyed it, Noteworthy. I wouldn’t have let you in otherwise.”

“But it’s different somehow,” I say, pushing harder into her pelvis in slow motion pulses. “You’re asking me about myself. You’re moaning more.”

“Am I? Oh! Oooo!” She shuddered and grabbed my fetlock between her forehooves, stopping me from more movement. “Okay… okay hold on.”

I nod once and pull my hoof away. A string of clear liquid stretches for a moment between the edge of my hoof and the center of her vagina. It breaks, and when the tiny amount of viscous fluid slaps against my leg, it’s cold.

“Whew… wow.” Twilight clears her throat and touches her own forehead. “I still can’t believe I’m doing this at all.”

“We can stop whenever you want, Princess,” I say. “I want to help you relax, not add to your stresses.”

“It is helping!” she says. With a wince, she adds, “Sometimes.”

“Oh?”

Twilight Sparkle sighs. It’s a beautiful, sincere sound. She closes her eyes, and I stare at the vibrant streak in her mane while she talks.

“I’ve never ― hmm. I’ve never thought much about romance, Noteworthy. I’ve always been a busy mare. Scientifically, I knew sex was important to a healthy lifestyle, but… so is friendship, right? And I didn’t think much about that before I moved here.” She opens her eyes and tries to smile at me. She’s too frightened for it to work. “Asking you to… to help me like this was the scariest thing I’ve never done.”

“That’s not true, Princess.” I shook my head without breaking eye contact. “You’ve led a very courageous life.”

She drops her head a little. “Thank you.” She guffaws, looks away, and points at my chest. “See? This is exactly what’s wrong.”

I chuckle. “I don’t understand.”

“You’re so sweet!” Twilight’s head snaps back to stare at me with eyes no less than desperate. “You’re kind and thoughtful and… really cute.”

It’s my turn to blush. I look down. “Please, Princess. Everyone treats you this way. You’re royalty.”

“Everypony treats me like royalty, yes.” Twilight breathes in deeply. “But you treat me like something more. Like a princess.”

“Because you ask me to.” I smile. “Princess Twilight, I don’t mean to criticize you, but… if you really want this to be purely about pleasure and relief, you need to realize that I’m nothing special.”

Twilight gulps. Her eyes dim. “You can’t mean that, Noteworthy.” She starts to shift in her throne. “I’m sorry if I’ve gone too far in some of these… sessions. Erm… like the time I told you to bow to me and… kiss my… ahem.” Her blush had never been so furious. She couldn’t look at me.

“You didn’t actually let me,” I remind her.

“I know. I’m so sorry.” She covers her face. “It was so embarrassing. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“That’s not good, Princess.” I scoot closer. “You shouldn’t get caught up in what we do together. You need to focus on your duties, right? That’s what you always say.”

“Yes. Yes, of course, you’re right.” She shakes back her mane. “I think we’re done for today, Noteworthy. Thank you, as always, for helping me ― ahp!”

I take Twilight’s hoof in one of mine and kiss it softly. “You don’t need to be embarrassed, Princess. I will do anything for you.” I kiss her hoof again and look up into her wide, wide eyes. “If you’re distracted by what might have been, there is a perfect remedy.”

She shakes her head in minute movements. “No. I can’t.”

“You want it, Princess,” I say. “You want to know what it feels like. We both know you’ll enjoy it.”

“I ca-an’t make you do something like that,” she says. She’s almost laughing. She’s so nervous.

I briefly stand on all fours. “Princess Twilight Sparkle,” I say, and lower myself into a bow. “It is an honor to serve you.”

She gasps before my lips reach her. She freezes up, her back arched against the throne. But she’s watching me; she sees me lower my head, she sees my lips touch the top of her dripping slit. She makes a funny sound, like the scream of someone without lungs.

I don’t move away or rise from my bow. Instead, I kiss her harder. The wetness stains my mouth immediately. I lick my lips, almost on accident. She tastes so good, and I need it like water.

My tongue brushes against the outermost folds. She helps and slams her head into the throne behind her.

I look up, just for a moment. “Are you okay?”

She nods without looking down. We both know if she says a word, she’ll try to stop me. I don’t give her the chance.

I bury my face in Twilight Sparkle. She gasps again, a longer and deeper sound than I’ve ever heard from her. She can no longer keep her knees from buckling toward each other, but my head keeps them apart. The insides of her thighs press against my jaw, my ears, the corners of my eyes. I don’t stop.

My mouth is drinking her. My tongue laps at every new, soft place it finds. My smooth teeth keep bumping into her clitoris. It’s too much for her, and I know it. I try hard to be careful, but her squeezing thighs keep drawing me in. Every time my lip slides above or below her clitoris, she cries out. “Eep! Ooh! Ah!”

I can’t stop now. I begin to tilt my head as much as I can. I chew on her folds, stick my tongue as deep as it can go into the lubricated canal of the princess. She shudders and bounces in her seat.

Suddenly, she digs her hooves into the top of my mane and pushes me into her body. I don’t object, drowning in all things Twilight. I am hungry for her, hungry for the noises she makes and the twitches of her body.

“Thisisamazing!” she breathes at once. She yelps again and laughs. “Oh my gosh! This is so good, Noteworthy! Oohh, I remember the first time you came to the library. I thought you were so handsome, right away. I love your eyes, I love your messy mane… ohhh yes! Keep going! Please, don’t stop!”

I shake my head. It only adds to her pleasure. She squeals and tugs tighter on my head. I can’t breathe. I don’t care. My oxygen is Twilight, my home is in her hips. I lick and lick and bite and nuzzle her for everything I’m worth.

Admittedly, it isn’t much. But it’s enough for Twilight Sparkle.

She lets out the initial ghost of a scream, then bends backward as her thighs squeeze the sides of my head so hard that the skin around my ears pulls painfully downward. I ignore it, wrapping my mouth around her entire treasure, sucking on it while she writhes.

“Ack!” She pushes my head away. I sink under the round table. I watch her squirm, watch her eyelids twitch, listen to her panicked breaths. I can’t stop smiling. My mouth is soaked.

“Guuhh!” She relaxes all at once, crumpling in her throne. Her thighs don’t stop twitching. They’re the only things that move. Her wings cascade over the sides of the throne. For a moment, they are the most beautiful wings I’ve ever seen. I weakly reach out to stroke one. Its feathers are so soft. I sigh on the floor, flat on my belly.

“Noteworthy…” Twilight whispers.

“Yes?”

“Thank you,” she says. “That was… absolutely amazing.”

“I’m so glad, Princess.”

“Are you okay?” She winces. “Was it too gross?”

“Not at all.” I close my eyes with a soft smile. “I loved it.”

“Really?”

“I’ll do that whenever you want, Princess.” I nod absentmindedly. “It was absolutely amazing for me, too.”

“Really? How? It’s so… gross.”

“Not to me.” I breathe deeply. Not as deeply as her. “I think it’s wonderful.”

She coughs out a sort of laugh. Shaking, she sits up in her throne. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand that, but I believe that you’re telling the―”

“You okay in here, Twilight?”

“Gah! Spike!” Twilight sits up too straight. Her wings pull into her sides and squeeze so hard I hear her joints pop.

I lay as still as a statue under the round table. I don’t dare breathe. I’m at the perfect angle for the dragon not to see me. I can only hear his voice, far behind me at the door to the chamber.

“I’m fine!” Twilight said. “Just, uh… just thinking about stuff!”

“I heard you yelling,” Spike said.

“I fell asleep,” Twilight blurted. “Must have had a bad dream.”

“Oh.” I hear waddling footsteps. “Anything I can―”

“Tea!” Twilight screams. “Tea, Spike! I would love a cup of tea.” She shoos him away with a hoof. “Go start it, a-a-and I’ll join you in a moment. Okay?”

Spike is silent. “Ooookaaay…” he finally says. “You’re acting weird, Twilight.”

“Am I? Ha! Ha ha!” Twilight shakes her head. “Everything’s fine. Just ― yaaawwn! ― just still sleepy from that nap.”

“Hmm. All right. I’ll start your tea.”

“Thank yooouu!”

Spike leaves. Twilight smiles and waves to him the entire time. Not until the door shuts does she relax. “Whew! Oh my gosh, that was so close.”

“I’m sorry, Princess,” I whisper.

“Oh, don’t be!” Her face is washed with sympathy. With care. She slides off her throne and lies at my side on the ground. She pressed her body into mine, something she has never done before. She hugs me there from behind. “Thank you so much, Noteworthy. I’ve never felt like that in my life.” She hesitates, but finally asks, “Is that what an orgasm feels like?”

I smile. “I can’t say for sure, Princess. I’m not a mare. But yeah, if it’s anything like mine, I bet that’s exactly what just happened to you.”

“Wow! Wow.” She nuzzles my neck. Her wing reaches forward and barely brushes my side. I am almost immediately erect. “Thank you, Noteworthy. Heehee! I had no idea y-you could even do that.”

“You’re adorable, Princess,” I say quietly.

“Heehee! I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She backs away. I want to ask her not to, but I stay quiet. She gets to her hooves and fixes her mane. “Okay. You know the best way out. Wow. Ahem.” She helps me to my hooves and gives the most sincere smile I’ve ever seen directed at me. “I’ll write you soon, I promise. We need to go, but… I want to talk to you.” She bites her lip, then quickly kisses my cheek. “I really want to talk to you. Okay?”

I blink. I nod. “Okay.”

She gallops toward the nearest restroom. I am frozen for a moment, but soon enough I turn to leave. There’s a spiral staircase with a window on the rear of the castle. I look at the sun; it has risen halfway over the horizon. I climb out the window; it’s not a long drop to the ground. Nopony sees me. Nopony ever sees me.

I trot to a nearby pump and wash my hooves and face. My erection quells long before I pass anypony else. Saturday mornings are so peaceful in Ponyville. I watch four wispy clouds drift overhead. I sigh, and imagine the blushing face of Twilight Sparkle.

I wonder what the Princess wants to talk about. I’m scared of what the Princess wants to talk about. I remember the first time I met her in the library, too. She showed no interest in me, and I had no interest in her. I rented a book on the History of Jazz in Equestria. It was a good book.

So much has changed since then. I grin and shake my head at the ground. The Princess of Friendship... how would I ever beat that? Not that I need to “beat” it. There is still so much to do with her, so much time to spend together, so many secrets to build hoof in hoof.

So much has changed. My mind goes back to where it all began… and my hooves follow suit. Before I know it, my path is no longer oriented toward my home, but rather toward the commercial district of town. I fight with myself, argue with smiles and snorts, but before I can convince myself otherwise I am knocking at the door to Carousel Boutique… nearly an hour before it opens.

The knock is easy to remember. I’ve done it so many times.