Tempest's Shocking Tease

The walls were closing in. Nowhere to go. No one to help. There had to be something Twilight could say, some magic combination of words that would make Tempest see the light. “You want to control others because you've never felt in control of your own life, but no matter how much you conquer, no matter how many ponies you bend to your will, you won't find happiness this way.”

“Your lectures amuse me, Princess. Perhaps you should turn that brilliant lens around and examine yourself. Or are you afraid of what you'd find?”

Tempest shifted so close their coats frizzed together. Twilight froze as Tempest reached out and played with the tuft of fur on her chest, first pressing it down, then whipping it back into a curly mess.

“You hate your responsibilities,” Tempest said. “You're terrified of falling short and disappointing everyone. You've always had to play the part of the obedient good girl, and the pressure to conform has reached a breaking point.” Twilight squirmed under Tempest's touch as the wandering hoof traveled down her chest and over the swell of her belly, threatening to descend even further and discover the shameful secret of her desire.

Tempest veered away and stroked up and down her side in a slow massage. “A raging storm consumed your world, and now you're lost in the wilderness searching for shelter. All you've ever known was a strong mare's leadership, so it's only natural that you crave my protection, my order, my discipline.”

The brazen confidence in Tempest's voice ignited Twilight's secret warmth into a throbbing heat. These were wicked lies, yet Twilight's body still betrayed her. Some sick part of her wanted to fall into Tempest's inviting strength just to see what would happen, just to taste her lips and feel those forelegs wrap around and hold her tight. Succumbing to these fantasies would be so easy, so wonderful, and so wrong.

“I see the confusion in your eyes, Princess.” Tempest moved closer, her mouth mere inches away, her words just above a whisper. “You're trapped in a prison of your own making. Let me free you.”

This was Twilight's chance to say something, but she was too feeble in the presence of this powerful mare and her wild ruby mane, just like all those dirty dreams she pushed down and pretended didn't exist. Tempest leaned in and parted her lips. Twilight recoiled and stammered. “Wait, wait, we can still just—”

Tempest drove her into the pillow with a forceful kiss to the cheek. Fear and desire mixed into a bewildering cocktail and escaped Twilight's lips as half-hearted protests. Pressing her advantage, Tempest craned her neck upward and kissed Twilight's delicate ear, making it twitch at the unexpected attention. Tempest ran her tongue along the ear's sensitive edge, all the way to the tip, and blew hot breath against the damp skin. Twilight shivered and let out a soft moan.

“I know you want this, Princess. You want to surrender.”

Twilight's heart raced faster than all the Wonderbolts put together. She struggled to regain her composure, struggled to speak. “Please—we can't—let's be friends, like you said.”

“You couldn't hide from me out there, and you certainly won't hide from me in here.”

“It's not too late to stop, it's never too late to—”

Tempest wrapped her lips against Twilight's open mouth. Twilight told herself to stay passive, don't kiss back, don't hug back, don't make a sound, just go limp and pray she realizes this is wrong. Sensing the lack of resistance, Tempest's hot tongue invaded her mouth and brought a fierce flavor. The metal, smoke, and power of the warship had soaked through Tempest's pores and into her essence. Tempest tasted like rust and ruin. Like tea brewed with chains. Like distant lands under the red setting sun. Tempest sucked on Twilight's lower lip and pulled back the tender flesh ever so slightly, then nibbled it before letting go. All Twilight could do was grind her hooves into the mattress and fight her tail's urge to straighten out and unfurl.

Tempest licked her lips and spoke in a playful tone. “You're a terrible kisser, but we can work on that later. For now, let's have a little fun.” Tempest's horn flashed to life and strings of weak electricity arced into Twilight's mane like a bad case of static cling. The flowing energy puffed her hair into fuzzy clumps and pulled long strands toward the ceiling. A tingling vibration spread through her scalp and made her smile. Twilight bit down and chewed her cheeks. She didn't want to laugh, didn't want to give Tempest the satisfaction, and then Tempest shot a jolt into her side. The current pulsed below her ribs, digging into her most ticklish spot, and Twilight burst into laughter. The electricity flowed into her like fizzy water and needled her nerves from all directions. Uneasy tension sailed away on warm waves of shaky giggles and snorts, and Twilight's posture opened and loosened as the teasing magic faded.

She was completely defenseless.

Tempest launched a barrage of kisses into Twilight's exposed neck. She planted her lips on the vulnerable skin and sucked with such intensity that she rendered Twilight breathless and dizzy. This was the opening salvo of an invasion campaign, and Twilight's own body was the battlefield. The bristly edge of Tempest's mane brushed along Twilight's chin while Tempest worked her way down and peppered Twilight's chest and tummy with increasingly slobbery kisses. Tempest left a wet trail in her wake as she plundered Twilight's lowlands, snaking side to side, nibbling here, suckling there, until she paused just above Twilight's last defensive line. On the crest of twin hills, dusky tips stood as fortresses against further incursions. Tempest reversed course. Perhaps this was a feigned retreat by an experienced commander, but Twilight still breathed a sigh of relief.

Tempest's nostrils flared as she inhaled Twilight's scent. “Salt, seaweed—of course, the beach, that's where I picked you up. Some hints of that old musty pirate ship, and…” Tempest flashed a wicked smile. “I smell something else, don't I?”

Twilight squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could. The realization that Tempest had finally smelled her desire was humiliating, yet also stoked her inner fire all the hotter. She had to say something to defend herself, to make things clear. “That doesn't mean anything, just because you made me—”

Tempest's relentless tongue laid waste to Twilight's exposed teats. She sucked them one by one, coating the stiff and exquisitely sensitive buds in a dollop of saliva, then pulled away with a knowing grin. “I once feared my horn could only inflict pain and suffering, but after learning control I discovered a secret.”

A faint neon glow shone from Tempest's forehead as her eyes squinted in concentration. Thin webs of electricity shot out and zapped Twilight's wet nipples, and she gasped as waves of delicious goosebumps dotted her tender flesh. The tingling buzz of pins and needles blanketed her soft mounds, while deeper inside the ribbons of magic danced through trembling muscles. Twilight was unprepared for this tantalizing trick and felt her resistance slipping. She was both disgusted with herself and impressed by Tempest's use of saliva to increase the magic's conductivity. Each new shock sent an urgent pang of desperation between Twilight's thighs, and the rising heat threatened to boil over and consume the last of her willpower. She seized up in a shaky moan.

“What's the matter?” Tempest asked with mock concern. “Aren't I being a good friend?”

Tempest leaned down and took one of Twilight's tingling nipples in her mouth. Every lick and nibble against Twilight's sensitive peaks sent heated bolts down into her dampening shame. She struggled mightily to tame her tail's wild urges and keep it tight against her rump, but her strength eroded under Tempest's relentless tongue, like a shoreline washing away under the onslaught of the ocean's waves.

Twilight couldn't stand the aching throbs anymore. She spread her legs and exposed her most private place to the enemy.

Tempest pulled back, but didn't say anything. Twilight panted hard and closed her eyes tight. Her face burned with shame and she was horrified at the bead of lust slowly dripping down her butt and onto the bed. She swore she could feel Tempest's gaze between her legs, judging her, mocking her, delighting in her surrender. After what seemed like an eternity, Tempest spoke with a husky voice. “Mmm, I've seen a lot in my travels, but I've never seen a princess's pussy.”

The ship hit a patch of turbulence and the cabin shuddered with a metallic groan. Sweat coated Twilight's forehead and rolled down her brow. This wasn't over. She had to stay strong, and she couldn't let Tempest win no matter what. She considered saying something, but it was obvious Tempest wouldn't be deterred by any appeals to decency or morality, and if she struck a defiant tone Tempest would take that as a challenge.

A hint of tongue peeked between Tempest's lips. “Rumor has it you Equestrian ponies eat so many sweets you actually taste like candy. Let's investigate.”

Tempest kissed the inside of Twilight's thigh and sucked the plump skin into her mouth, then looped her forelegs under Twilight's rump and held onto her hips from below. Leaving behind a sloppy trail, Tempest kissed and licked up the inside of Twilight's leg closer and closer to her throbbing heat. Tempest's tongue traced around the rim of her vulnerable marehood in a maddening dance—first speeding up, then slowing down, drawing closer to the wonderful center, and then falling away to the barren outskirts. Tempest rose up and pressed Twilight's legs together and kissed the back of her knees, a surprisingly sensitive spot no one had ever touched quite like this before.

Twilight expected to be taunted, overpowered, and maybe even brutalized in a hateful frenzy, but she didn't expect relentless teasing and tender kisses. It took every ounce of strength not to murmur in appreciation.

Tempest spread Twilight's legs and inhaled her scent straight from the source. “Mmm, just one last country to conquer.”

That wonderful tongue finally slipped between Twilight's desperate folds and lavished her with attention. Soothing pleasure flooded Twilight's body as Tempest kissed and sucked up and down her soft valley. Twilight's tail bounced and flopped against the bed on its own accord, and her lungs ached and burned as she held a moan in her chest.

A princess must embody the highest virtues of ponykind and tread the path of light, which meant resisting this siren song of sensual sin. If Twilight's weakening dam collapsed she would drown in shame and degradation and be stained forever. Twilight couldn't let her disloyal body poison her mind.

Magic wasn't an option due to the limiter, but Twilight's talent for concentration remained intact. The best way to quiet the storms of the world were mindfulness and meditation. Twilight closed her eyes and slowed her breathing with a series of long drawn out breaths using her diaphragm. The world's dilemmas drained into a gray void, and she floated through the fog to her mental sanctuary. She imagined settling into a cozy chair back at her castle library, where familiar books, the scent of parchment, and a cup of warm tea brought sweet serenity.

These hallmarks of civilization sealed away primitive carnal desires. Tempest's profane assault on her dignity registered as a pleasant massage instead of a vile seduction. All Twilight had to do was lay back and breathe easy while Tempest worked through her issues and hangups. Twilight sighed in satisfaction as she sailed further into a dreamlike state.

But then something terrible happened. That hot tongue brushed against her clitoris.

A wave of bliss crashed through Twilight's world and knocked down several rows of library books. Fixing this mess would be easy if she focused on her breathing, but that cruel tongue kept licking in tight circles around her clit and diving at it again and again. Twilight's breath caught in her throat, and she dropped the tea cup and froze as it shattered to pieces. The comforting lie collapsed all around her and the world's colors radiated back to reality. Tempest's fiery mane stuck out between Twilight's quivering thighs while she licked the underside of Twilight's throbbing clit. There was no more hiding, no more holding back—Twilight threw back her head and let out a lusty moan.

“Ah, so you're not made of stone,” Tempest said. “More than I could say for the other princesses.”

Twilight scooted back, but Tempest held her steady by the hips. Twilight's clit winked in and out from the cold world and each time it popped out Tempest pounced and swirled her warm tongue over the divinely sensitive pearl.

The last sliver of Twilight's restraint dissolved under Tempest's tongue. Twilight arched her back and pushed into Tempest's face. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuuuck!”

Tempest moaned her approval of Twilight's unraveling right into her slick heat. Mere moments ago Twilight would've been mortified by her heady scent permeating the air, but since her plans for restraint lay in ruins she spread her thighs further and reveled in her debauchery. Sloppy smacking noises echoed through the room as Tempest lapped and nibbled up and down her slippery softness. Tempest's thick tongue dipped inside and drew out another cry of ecstasy, and Tempest greedily sucked and swallowed her sticky juices.

Tempest crudely smacked her lips. “Hmm, you don't taste like candy to me. More like a ripe plum ready to be plucked.”

Tempest pulled back Twilight's hood with a gentle tug, then opened her mouth wide and planted an airtight seal around the crown of Twilight's valley—and sucked down hard. The vacuum suction pulled another frenzied moan from Twilight's throat, and the flames of her pleasure roared higher and higher as Tempest's lips and tongue enveloped her needy clit and brought her to the height of a mind blowing—

That's when Tempest pulled away.

Twilight groaned as her blissful blaze went up in smoke. “W-What are you doing?”

Tempest propped herself up, her muzzle slick with Twilight's lust. “I'm teaching you humility and discipline, Princess. Consider this your first lesson.” Abandoned to the cold world, Twilight reached down between her legs to remedy the pangs of empty pleasure, but Tempest smacked her hoof away. “I didn't say you could do that. If you're a good girl, maybe, just maybe, I'll let you finish.”

A perverse delirium gripped Twilight. She wiggled her butt and whimpered as her marehood throbbed and yearned for something, anything to give her attention. In all her life she had never experienced such a sudden denial in the search for that special satisfaction only a climax could bring. Lustful instincts invaded her thoughts and took over in a panic. She couldn't believe what was coming out of her mouth. “P-Please, tell me how to be a good girl.”

“I'm the wrong mare to ask about that,” Tempest said. “Shouldn't you know?”

Twilight closed her eyes as her inner heat cooled and faded. Tempest's cruelty was more twisted than she could have ever imagined.

“Careful, Princess. You've stumbled from the path of light and risk falling into shadow. Maybe I can jolt you back into shape.”

Tiny bolts poured from Tempest's horn and shocked Twilight's tail. She shuddered and groaned as the currents shot up her spine. The pint sized threads of magic jumped up Twilight's belly and teased her nipples with restless energy, but she needed so much more. Twilight shamelessly shifted her hips in hopes of catching one of the sparks between her legs, but Tempest directed the wisps of electricity so they fell short.

“It appears my aim is off today,” Tempest said with barely concealed amusement. “Perhaps I need more practice.”

Twilight groaned and splayed her wings against the bed, which only offered new targets for Tempest's next volley of tingling teases. Twilight jerked as the tiny currents swam through her feathers and made them stand on end. At long last a bolt of energy kissed Twilight's needy pussy and brought sweet relief, but that splash of magic was but a drop in the ocean of her desire.

Tempest spoke in a low, sultry tone. “Do you want more? Show me.”

Twilight had already swallowed a sample of her pride and found it less bitter than expected, so another helping couldn't hurt. She pulled her tail to the side and spread her legs wide. Tempest breathed in hard, furrowed her brow, and delivered a blinding burst of current right into Twilight's desperate clit. Mouth watering waves of pleasure pulsed between her thighs and sent her into a gasping, panting, heaving fit. The crackling magic lit up the room with a swirling blue light.

Tempest cut off the flow and that rapturous light fell to cruel darkness.

Twilight feared her pleasure would evaporate and leave her with nothing but a cold memory, but Tempest offered another barrage of surging current to keep her hopes alive. With utmost skill, Tempest held her in a tortuous purgatory between the underworld of desire and the heaven of satisfaction. Long torrents of sustained electricity seized Twilight in a rocketing rush towards the stars, while short zaps kept her guessing and unsure of when and where the next jolt would bring another rush of mind bending pleasure. Whenever Twilight came close to the beautiful oasis she was thrown back into the desert, forever taunted by an ever retreating mirage.

The electricity's colors shifted from silver to sapphire and beyond as Tempest molded the magic to whatever design she wished. Pink will-o'-the-wisps flit to and fro like fireflies and left warm ticklish trails. Silver sparks landed on Twilight's dark nipples and popped like tiny electric firecrackers. Twilight might commit these fascinating spells to memory, but a vibrating coil of light engulfed her love button and tugged at the fraying fabric of her mind. Her groans and gasps joined the humming electrical buzz and created a perverted symphony, and Tempest was the conductor.

Tempest's face twisted into a grimace as her horn flashed blue and discharged the most energetic assault yet. The delicious cascade of electricity flooded Twilight's depths and forced her into a string of shameful moans. Twilight's clitoris winked in time with the shocking storm and her pussy throbbed and drooled all over the bed. “Ooh, yes! Don't stop, don't stop!”

Tempest halted the magic and shook her head in disapproval. “I don't think good girls make those kind of noises, Princess.”

Breathing heavily, Twilight lifted her butt off the mattress and swished her tail back and forth in a pathetic display. “Please, more. Just a little more.”

Tempest's tail jerked to the side, lifted up, and peeked out behind the curve of her rump, just like earlier on the deck. “You know what, Princess? Maybe you're not actually a good girl. Maybe you've just always played the part assigned to you. Isn't that what you've been afraid of this whole time?”

Twilight buried her face in the pillows and groaned.

Tempest almost sounded like she was concerned. “I know it's hard to embrace who you really are instead of what society demands. One day you'll look back at this moment and smile, knowing this is when your life changed for the better, when I pulled back the veil and revealed your true self. Your proper destiny is at my side, and soon you will call me Mistress.”

A hot tangle of contradictions throbbed between Twilight's legs. Lies. Wicked lies. She was stronger than this.

“You'll definitely enjoy working under me,” Tempest said with a hint of playfulness. “Besides, you're supposed to be the princess with the insatiable curiosity for magic. Aren't you even a little curious about the rest of my techniques?”

Twilight rolled over and met her gaze. “Like what?”

Tempest grinned as her horn flared into a blinding eruption. A burst of white hot electricity rocketed into Twilight's pussy, zoomed up her spine, and drop kicked her brain into an ocean of stinging jellyfish. Twilight let loose a rambling and incoherent stream of curses as Tempest shocked her again and again without mercy. The hypnotic energy glowed with vivid hues as it poured into her body, setting her nerves ablaze, robbing her of all virtue, and reducing her to Tempest's pathetic little puppet. Twilight twisted and seized up in excruciating pleasure before one last arc gripped her clitoris in a dazzling aura that sparked deep down the roots of her femininity and exploded in a flash behind her eyes.

The room spun in circles and reeked of ozone thick as caramel. Twilight gasped for air like she was drowning. “Holy fuck! You're gonna… kill me…”

“But then I wouldn't get to watch you squirm and beg for mercy.”

That terrible ache still smoldered in the depths of Twilight' marehood. Tempest had somehow reached into the wellspring of her passions and done everything except give her a climax. Twilight wailed and fell into an even deeper pit of despair.

“Chin up, Princess,” Tempest said as she stroked Twilight's leg. “Taking your medicine like that proved to me you're—well, not a good girl exactly, but maybe an adequate girl. You've earned a reward.” Tempest leaned over the side of the bed and pulled another metal case from below, set it on the mattress, and lifted the lid. She peered inside, looked back at Twilight, and shrugged. “But if you don't want your reward, I understand.”

Twilight perked up. “Maybe you have to be hardass around everyone else, but I know deep down you're a kind and loving mare.”

Tempest snickered. “Deep down? Interesting choice of words.” She spun the case around and revealed the prize.

A dildo. A shiny black dildo with ribs and ridges along the shaft. Twilight's mouth never watered at the sight of a dildo before, but this was a day of firsts. Tempest placed the case on the floor and presented the naughty toy like a trophy. “This was crafted with the finest silicone. It's stiff, yet pliable, and the curve makes it excellent for hitting all the right spots. As a bonus, it has a secret feature I'm sure you'll come to love.”

Twilight erupted into cheers and applause. “I'm sold. You're the best dildo salespony I've ever seen.”

Tempest crawled beside Twilight and glanced between her legs. “Perhaps I can indulge in this one act of kindness.”

“You'd be sainted on the spot. Stained glass window and everything.”

“Let's keep this a secret, just between you and me,” Tempest whispered. “I have a reputation to maintain.”

Tempest pressed the dildo's flared head into Twilight's tummy, lowered it inch by inch, and circled it around her aching pussy. Twilight wasn't sure she could stand another round of teasing, but the sight of the thick toy renewed her spirits. Tempest positioned the head between Twilight's swollen nether lips, then rubbed the length up and down, coating the smooth knob in her essence. Twilight held her breath in anticipation as the delicious tip sank in liquid smooth. Her walls pulsed with the joy of being spread open and—

Tempest pulled it out.

Emptiness gnawed on the edges of Twilight's psyche. None of her lessons prepared her for this torment. She was unmoored and set adrift in a storm of sin.

Tempest tilted her head and held back the flicker of a smile. “Are you sure you want this?”

Twilight grit her teeth and wiggled her legs. “Please, I need it so bad you don't even know.”

“I know mother nature mocks our pieties. When we need them the most they prove to be mere illusion.” Tempest rubbed the tip along Twilight's slick groove. “Earlier you acted like you didn't even want me to touch you. Maybe this was all a big mistake and I should stop.”

If Twilight didn't get relief soon she might cry. “I was confused then, okay?”

Tempest's eyes twinkled with perverse delight. “Princesses should be familiar with delayed gratification. Maybe we should wait until you cool off and you're in a more rational state of mind.”

Twilight thrashed her tail. “No, no, I can't wait anymore, please hurry.”

“Hurry and do what?”

Twilight's ear twitched. “You want me to—”

“Say it.”

“Please. I said please.”

“Please what?”

Twilight closed her eyes. “I want you to—”

ZAP!

Twilight yelped as a spark shocked her leg. Tempest crawled closer. “Look me in the eyes when you say it.”

Twilight blinked as she struggled to meet Tempest's icy gaze. That judging stare made her feel lost, powerless, and utterly pathetic, but against all reason that made her desperate marehood even hotter. She had already surrendered so much of her pride, so what was a little more? Especially if this was the only way to release this terrible pent up tension. Twilight sat up and clasped her hooves together like she was confessing a sin. Her mind was swimming with twisted thoughts, and what came out of her mouth was perhaps not the height of sophisticated civil discourse. “Please, for the love of the sun and moon, ram that dildo in my pussy and fuck me silly.”

Tempest pinned Twilight's arms to the bed and kissed her hard on the mouth. This time Twilight's tongue met Tempest on the field of battle and even tasted her own juices smeared around Tempest's lips, but she was no match against the brute force of this second invasion. They moaned into each other's muzzles as Tempest ravaged the inside of Twilight's mouth.

Tempest broke away and picked up the toy. “You asked so politely, and with such regal grace. Maybe you deserve some relief.”

The dildo's head wedged inside Twilight and slid in deeper, opening her up further, ah yes, this was it, Tempest would really let her have it now. Twilight prepared to lose herself on that beautiful toy and feel every—

Tempest pulled it out again.

“Oh, Princess, how thoughtless of me. This dildo may have been sabotaged by spies. Here, let me test it for you.”

Shaking in sheer disbelief, Twilight watched as Tempest rose to her knees and slipped the dark cock between her own thighs. Twilight couldn't see Tempest's marehood—not that she wanted to, of course—but she definitely saw Tempest's tail rise up and her face pinch as she worked it in. “Mmm, those first couple inches sliding in feels so good, don't you think?”

Twilight grumbled and clenched her jaw. Perhaps she had drowned in the ocean and this was some elaborate punishment in the lowest circle of Tartarus.

Tempest's face remained stern even as she pleasured herself, but her voice was raspier than usual. “Don't worry, it just needs a little bit more testing.”

Sadly, Twilight was very much alive. She prayed for the airship's propellers to suck in a flock of geese so they could all crash in a fiery explosion. That didn't happen, so instead she stewed in her own juices. The pillows were soaked from her sweat and the thin fabric clung to her neck.

Tempest pulled the dildo from between her legs and dangled it in front of Twilight's face. The whole length was coated in Tempest's glistening honey and smelled like a damp forest. “This is my contribution to the Friendship Festival. I'm sure you'll agree this counts as a cultural exchange.” The warm liquid ran down the toy and drizzled across Twilight's neck and chin, and without thinking she opened her mouth and let Tempest push the head past her lips. “That's right, we both know you're thirsty now. Drink it all down and suck it clean.” Tempest removed the invading toy in a slow and smooth retreat. The essence coated Twilight's mouth and tingled her tongue with tangy bitterness.

Tempest returned the dildo between her own thighs and grunted as she slid it back inside just long enough to fully coat it again. “Given your interest in theoretical magic, maybe you'll enjoy my new friendship hypothesis: Mixing your cream inside another mare makes you best friends.”

The dildo's head was shiny from Tempest's desire and parted Twilight's wet passage, sinking inside with little effort. The slippery length plunged deeper and deeper until the fat base pressed against Twilight's engorged lips. Tempest dragged it out inch by inch, an agonizing pace, then without warning she bottomed it out to the hilt.

Twilight groaned from being filled so thoroughly. Her mind reeled from the thought of Tempest's sticky juices churning deep inside her. She huffed and played along. “You're learning about friendship—ah—so fast.”

Tempest crawled between Twilight's legs and added her wonderful tongue to the mix, while her horn sparkled with energy. Tiny thunderbolts raced into Twilight's pert nipples and coaxed out a shivering moan. Toy, tongue, magic—they all worked together in a sublime rhythm, nice and steady, the sort of attention that would push any mare with a pulse to a hoof curling orgasm. Astonishment washed over Twilight as she didn't expect to recover so much ground after the endless stops and starts and teasing and edging and oh, wow, Tempest may be a snake with a forked tongue, but what a tongue it was.

“Want to know this dildo's dirty little secret? There's a crystal focus in the center. It's shockingly conductive.”

Lightning surged from Tempest's horn and flooded the dildo's base. The toy buzzed and emitted a brilliant blue light, even brighter than Pinkie's crazy glow sticks, and the shaft shot out glorious bursts of electricity in all directions. Sparks melted inside Twilight's marehood all along the stiff length and poured into the super sensitive patch just inside her front wall. Twilight gasped as her whole body stiffened. Wave after wave of narcotic pleasure throbbed from that transcendent sweet spot. Joyous magic coursed deep inside and massaged nooks and crannies she didn't even know existed.

Twilight's leg twitched uncontrollably in the dancing blue light as the hot tension grew unbearable. “A-Ahh… I'm so close.”

Tempest smiled and kept working the sparkling dildo inside Twilight's slippery hole. “You've been such a good princess. You deserve a real reward for putting up with me for so long. I'll let you cum.”

Twilight bit her lip at that wonderful word. She could barely see straight.

“When you go over, I'll send extra magic right into your clit. You'll remember this one for a long, long time.”

Twilight cried out as she rushed headlong into the wildest climax of her life. Her eyes rolled back as the ferocious wave of pleasure approached. She was going to ride over that crest straight into heaven.

That's when Tempest pulled out the dildo with a wet pop.

The wave collapsed and Twilight's marehood gripped hard around a cold empty void. She arched her back as her clitoris screamed for attention, but instead of finding sweet salvation all the tension and energy fizzled away to nothing. Twilight thrashed and cried out in agony, but it was too late. The frozen abyss extinguished the last embers of her inner fire.

Tempest rubbed a hoof between her own thighs as she basked in her betrayal, a vision of intense concentration plastered on her face, her tail bobbing up and down. Twilight suddenly understood that the pleas and protests of a mewling mare like her ignited Tempest's lusts more than anything else in the world, and she had played her role to perfection.

“My poor, poor Princess,” Tempest purred. “When will you ever learn? Depending on others only leads to bitter disappointment.”

Twilight closed her eyes and cursed herself. She deserved every ounce of humiliation for being such an idiot and letting her passions run wild. Yet despite everything, despite her numbed and useless marehood, Twilight's body hummed from the manipulation. This was a sick sense of pride, a pride born of the knowledge that Tempest was finding pleasure at her expense, her debasement, her desperation.

The room dimmed as something blocked the sun outside. The airship shuddered and all the mechanical humming ground to a halt.