I was in hell. In indent and reference, cross-examine and cite it hell. My entire day had consisted of reading, making notes, drafting essays, and then tearing those drafts to shreds. My hair was a mismatched array of red, blue, and yellow strands, the frazzling making me resemble some kind of nutty scientist. My eyes ached from all of the reading, my body felt as if it wanted to curl in on itself and cease to be, yet I carried on. And on. And on...
Gods, I needed a break. But I wouldn't admit it! I couldn't! Twilight had been in my ear constantly about taking a load off—rich coming from her, she took her studies nearly as seriously as I did—and every time I'd told her, no, assured her that I was absolutely fine. If I was to turn the lamp off and take myself to bed right now, where she was most likely waiting up for me, it would only ring of defeat, and I'd have to spend the whole night hearing about how 'right' she was.
...well, she probably was right. I'd been reading and writing for so long that the words were beginning to blur together on the page, and half of me could scarcely remember what the hell I was even studying for, but a single determination kept me alive, kept me moving even when I so desperately just wanted to fall into Twilight's arms and relax for a little, and that determination was in just how right I would be when I saw the rest of the night through.
"Moonie?" I turned to see her standing at the door, hands on her hips and her eyes unimpressed. "Moonie, you've been at this for hours, will you please take a break already?"
"I'm working, Twilight." I grunted, turning away from her gorgeous face and attempting to focus on my papers. Well, more like staring blankly, but she didn't know that.
"Moonie, you're not even reading right now. You're just staring off into space. Please take a break, if only for your own sanity's sake?" Twilight took a couple of steps inside, but I only shook my head at her, shrugging off her concerns.
"Can you just leave me to it, Twilight? I'm trying to work, for fuck's sake." Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention just how bitchy I got when I was sleep deprived and driving myself insane? Answer was 'very'.
Twilight didn't recoil at the bite in my tone, only laughed at me, sticking her tongue out. "Well, when you're done being grouchy, I'll be in our comfy bed, wearing something tight and revealing, all on my own..." She twisted her body to the side, pushing her hips out and giving me a view of her curvy ass, but I did my best to push the thought from my mind. I knew she was trying to distract me, to make me succumb to her point of view, but it wasn't going to work, not that easily!
"Just let me get on, Twilight. I'll come and cuddle with you in a couple of hours, alright?"
Twilight huffed, her eyes narrowing as she moved closer. "You've been saying that all week! Do you know how many times I've had to find you asleep in the study now? I don't, I've lost count!"
I felt a little backed up by her advance, and what was worse, I felt guilty about what she was saying. I knew it was true, that it was my own stubbornness allowing the issue to perpetuate, but I was too worried that if I stopped working now, I'd never drum up the motivation to continue on time. "Twilight, look. I'm not happy about this either, honestly, I'm not! But if I want to pass this year, I need to be a hundred percent committed to getting my work done, not to spending time with you! I know that sounds bad, and I'm sorry, but this is just way too important for me to screw up!"
Twilight sighed, finally stepping behind me and running her fingers through my hair, calming me. The feeling was enough to make my eyes drift shut, and in an instant I was imagining crawling into bed with her, the warmth and comfort I felt cocooned in her presence, her body the perfect pillow and the rise and fall of her chest lulling me to a calm, gentle sleep...
I shook my head away in a rapid jerk, throwing my already messed up hair about and facing Twilight with a sad smile. "I'm sorry, Twilight, I really am. I promise things will go back to normal once I'm finished, but I have to keep on."
"Moonie, you know you'd feel so much better, you'd come back and tackle this with so much more enthusiasm if you just took a break! Took the edge off." Twilight bent down behind my seat, whispering into my ear, her breath hot. "Come on, babe. Let's just take the night off, huh?" A breathy giggle that tickled my cheek. "I've got a new spell I wanna try out with you, but I kinda need you naked first..." she hooked a thumb under my sweater and tugged at it, shooting me a wink.
Nope, sorry, I was too busy being in hell. That and being so stubborn it was beginning to hurt as curiosity tugged at me. What spell? What could they really try that they hadn't already by now? They were so experimental in the bedroom, it was almost hard to imagine that there was something they'd missed out on, yet Twilight was always, constantly innovating. And her innovations? They usually felt really fucking good for the both of them.
Still, none of this stopped me from shaking my head at her again. "Just let me slowly kill myself in peace, Twilight. I'll be done at some point in the next forever, and then we can try all the sexy freaky spells you want. But until then?" I picked up a stack of research papers from the desk and gave them a shake. "I'm married to these. And this seat, I guess."
"Heh, jeez, yeah. When's the last time you actually got up? Don't you want to stretch your body out a little, babe?" Twilight flashed a mischievous grin. "Well, it'd make a difference from me stretching you out, at least."
Why did she have to do this to me when I was already on the edge of giving up with this already?! Against my better judgment, I turned to look at her again, and wished I hadn't. No matter how many times I'd seen it, I was always astounded by her beautiful body, even when she was dressed, and seeing her posed in such a relaxed manner after what she'd just said was leaving my mind circling the gutter, not where it needed to be right now.
"Twilight, I can't. I need to work." She really knew how to turn me on, she was basically an expert at that, but I was resolute. I wasn't going to let this get in the way of my studies, even if saying no killed me on the inside. And it did, oh Celestia it did.
Oddly enough, Twilight dropped it as soon as she'd brought it up, giving her a nod. "Fine, but don't blame me when you want it and I say you're too late. I'm gonna make myself a drink, do you want anything?"
This was strange, I was used to us arguing a point like this for at least a couple of minutes, if not a few. Maybe she was finally getting the message? Part of me hoped that wasn't the case. "No, I don't want anything." It was a lie, but treating myself like a monk seemed to be producing some form of results right now, so I was sticking at it for better or worse. Well, mainly worse.
"Nuh-uh, you don't get to die of thirst too. You could use some caffeine in you, I'll bet. How about a chai tea? I bought a pack that's absolutely filled with those spices you think smell so good, sure you don't want a drink?"
She had an eyebrow raised at me, she already knew what I was going to say. I couldn't help myself, I seriously loved chai tea. I nodded with a roll of my eyes, pushing the frame of my glasses back against my head, and she silently fist pumped as she left the room. Odd, did she really consider that a victory, even when I wouldn't come to bed with her?
I really didn't deserve her. Here she was, trying to help me out, whether it was all out of generosity or not, and yet I refused her at every turn. Part of me knew that what I was doing was stupid, that I'd be having a much better time if I went and fucked her already, or cuddled with her, or played a damn board game... or fucked her. Whoops, said that one twice. But having a good time and making progress on my essays weren't synonymous, and as it was it was looking as if I'd have to put in for extensions already.
Would going and taking some time off really help as Twilight seemed convinced it would? Or was she just trying to get me in bed with her? She could be needy like that, sometimes, almost like a stallion with the way her sex drive was, and while mine was pretty similar when I wasn't in study mode, she didn't have the same filter. It was a lot of fun when I was actually free and in the mood, but right now? Just knowing that I could be having sex with her and was choosing not to was torture, the worst kind of it.
And yet again I wasn't thinking about my work. I was thinking about Twilight and her perky breasts and her wide hips, her thick thighs and her round ass, her toned stomach and her 'fuck me' eyes... She was a great switch, played the dominant role just as well as she did the submissive, and recently she'd been eager to wear a collar for me, something I'd particularly enjoyed for more than just the novelty of it.
Then again, that was over a week ago. Fuck, had it really been that long since they'd had sex? No wonder she was getting annoyed with me. Again, I really didn't deserve her, she was so damn patient, and still willing to put up with me when I was like this. I tried to cast the thoughts from my mind, going back to the work I so desperately needed to stop not doing and make some progress on, but my brainstorming was once more interrupted by Twilight's knock.
"One chai tea, ready for my hard worker..." She placed the cup on a coaster and kissed me on the forehead, leaving before I could get more than a word of thanks in. She really was quite perfect sometimes, as ponies went.
I could smell the aroma of the tea wafting over to me and infecting my nostrils almost instantly. I should've waited for the liquid to cool a little more before touching it, I knew, but I was always so tempted to just taste it already, and—you know what, screw it. I've been denying things I've desperately wanted all week—most of all, Twilight—and if it's gotten to the point that I can't burn my lips on a tea for fear of losing my concentration, all hope is lot.
So I took a sip, and like I expected, it was scalding. I sucked in breath through my teeth as I swallowed, biting my lip out of instinct, but the pain felt numbed, hollow. I didn't entirely understand why, but attributed it to the fact that the heat might have made my lips a little numb.
Still, that was a tasty tea. It wasn't long until I was back to it, drinking and drinking with little thought as to conservation, waiting for it to cool, any of that nonsense. I drank it hot and flavoursome, almost gulping it down every time my mouth felt ready to handle a little more, and before I knew it, I'd drank over half the cup's worth.
It was definitely invigorating. Caffeine shouldn't have taken an instant effect like that, it wasn't how it worked, but at once I felt as if I was more alive, more myself than I had been in a while. Maybe it was a placebo, but the feeling was certainly present. My mind was travelling faster than it had managed almost all day, and it didn't take me long before I realised something that only made me feel even more stupid than I already had. All the thoughts led back to Twilight, to her body, to her voice, to her promise of a special spell when she went to join her...
Her reluctance was being whittled down by wonder as she began to consider just what Twilight might have in store for her. If it had just been a promise of everyday sex, I might not have been so intrigued, but she knew how badly I always wanted to know everything, and this was certainly included. She could read me like a book, and I wish she'd come play me like a fucking instrument...
Whoa, where did that come from? My cheeks felt hot, my belly was tying itself in knots, and I was growing increasingly fidgety and restless in my seat as I imagined Twilight. She was only next door to me, I could literally go in there right now and play with her, and it would only take me a little while! Why was I being so stupid about this?!
No, no. I needed to continue studying, writing. I knew I did, I'd never get it done otherwise. My internal conflict was driving my brain crazy, to the point that it felt as if my mind was splitting in two, but I could tell which side was winning in the end. It was the side that made me feel too stuffy in my sweater, that mouthed in my ear to take it off, to strip down and go and show my girlfriend a good time...
She'd look so fucking smug the moment I walked through the door and I knew it. She'd laugh, she'd tell me she was right all along, and she'd make such a song and dance out of it that I'd want to kill her. But I wouldn't kill her. I'd kiss her, I'd growl as I did it, I'd push my tongue into her mouth and slowly make out with her as I started to undress her, and—when did I get out of my seat?
Oh, jeez, my legs did ache. Guess I'd been sitting here a long time. I stretched out, my breasts pushing forwards, then moved to go and find Twilight. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but she'd finally broken me, and all I could think about was cumming with her over and over until I passed out curled around her body, the warmest comforter I knew.
I was twirling a finger in my hair as I walked through the corridor, and as soon as I reached the door, I found it closed. The bedroom door was never closed. I'm not really sure why I did it, but I knocked. Knocking on the door to your own bedroom was a strange feeling, but what was stranger was the laugh I heard from the other side. Did she... did she know that I'd finally give in?
"Come in," she purred from the other side, and I couldn't help myself. As much as I knew I should have been sitting back down and getting on with my work, I had to get this out of the way before the frustration consumed me completely, drove me to the point of utter insanity.
I opened the door, and there she was, splayed out across the bed in a tight, black nightgown that showed off her cleavage and most of her legs, her wings poking out on either side. She was laid there like a model, glamorous and inviting, and before I even knew what I was doing, I was taking off my sweater and exposing my chest to her, taking them in my hands and giving them a little rub. They ached a bit from my lack of a bra, I really should've been wearing one considering I was a D-cup, but Twilight didn't seem to mind the show.
"I knew you'd get bored in there eventually." She gestured over to the candles lit to the side of the room, and soon enough the smell of juniper and cinnamon hit me. "Good thing I made the place ready for us, huh?"
I couldn't help but smirk, in spite of every bit of shame I was feeling for giving up, she'd somehow known that I would. I began to walk towards the foot of the bed, a saunter with a little sway in it as my thighs rubbed together through my denim shorts, and before I had a chance to say a word, she was upon me. She kissed my neck, kneeling on the edge of the bed as I stood in place, and I gasped by instinct, a reaction stronger than I could have anticipated, but maybe I was just this pent up by now.
"You... you know how to treat me," I giggled, a little quiver to my voice as she continued to play with my neck, working down to my collarbone and softly nipping at it before coming up to place her lips against mine. Our kiss went just how I imagined it would, only with more ferocity, more of us fighting for control before I finally won out, pushing her back onto the bed and climbing on top, our breasts smushing together, only barely separated by thin, soft fabric of Twilight's lingerie.
Fuck, this kiss was heaven. She pulled at the bottom of my lip and ran her hands through my hair, down to my back where she softly scratched her way up and down, knowing just how sensitive I was there, how it drew my breath and made me arch my spine, how I forgot the world around me from her touch alone.
She gave me too much, way too much, but I needed it. Right then, it was the only thing I'd ever needed.
The sensation of her fingernails against my skin mixed with those of her succulent lips against mine, and through kiss and lick I was brought to a place where time slowed down, where all my worries dissipated in place of the anticipation of what might come next, of where we might go from here, of what new memories we'd create on this bed to mark my return to it. Twilight was definitely leading now, her eyes opening between every kiss and displaying a hunger and desperation that I was sure I was quickly beginning to match, maybe even surpass.
"Eager tonight, aren't we?" she teased, looking me deep in the eyes before pressing her lips against my shoulder, working her way down to my breasts and licking each of them in turn. She pressed her tongue over one and then the other, licking around the areola in small, concentric circles before taking one of my nipples in her mouth, suckling gently as she looked up at me, ever so sweet and innocent. Her eyes betrayed her devious nature, even when she didn't want them to.
I moaned out from the contact, the heat in my body already beginning to grow heavy from her contact, and with a light sound of suction, she pulled away from my breasts and looked up at me, a grin on her lips. "Did you enjoy your tea?" she asked, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the question.
"My tea? It was nice, yeah. Kind of a weird time to bring it up..." I moved to kiss her again, not interested in being distracted from my distraction, but she pressed a warning finger to my lips, halting my movement.
"Don't you think it's a little strange how it was only after trying that tea that you came rushing in here finally wanting to have sex with me?"
It took a few seconds for the pieces to start fitting into place, but as soon as they did, I was shouting. "You idiot! I should be working right now, and you... did you use a lust potion on me?!"
Twilight only responded with a sheepish grin, and within a moment I was facepalming. She'd forced me to finally get horny enough that I'd give my work up. It was almost cute, in a sense, even if it did immensely irritate me. ...still, with the situation I was in right now, plus how good it felt, could I really complain?
"Your surprise spell had better be worth it. You're in my bad books right now, Twi."
"I've already cast it," she said, glancing downwards at her own crotch. My eyes followed her gaze, and as they went down, down, down, I finally realised just what she was talking about. No... it couldn't have been. Curious, impatient, I lifted up her nightgown and discovered just what she'd been hiding from me ever since I walked in the room. "You used magic to give yourself a cock? I didn't even know you could do that!"
"Well... when you've spent as long as I have bored and alone, you start to get a little inventive with your magic."
I couldn't help but snicker, though my attention was still firmly on the thick slab of cock between my girlfriend's legs. Fuck, it looked yummy. "Twilight, we didn't have sex for a week, it's not been that long."
Twilight shifted in place, and I couldn't help but marvel at how it bounced from her movement. "Still, can we reset that counter please? I really need to cum right now, so badly."
My tone became husky, my voice dropping as I drew closer to her new appendage, tempted to wrap my fingers around it and take it for a test drive. "Oh, do you really need to so badly, baby? How do you cum with that thing, anyways? Is it a little dribble, or do you explode all over the place? Maybe you'll explode on me later?"
"Nghh, fuck... It's not just that, though, I actually need to cum. Spell doesn't wear off until I do at least once."
What an oddly specific requirement. Either Twilight was full of shit, or she'd just found the best spell ever. I was more inclined to believe that it was the latter, if only for the fact that it meant Twilight would be cumming in or on me at some point in the near future, and that sounded like exactly what I needed.
So I did what any sex starved student would do next, I grabbed my girlfriend's magical cock and began to jerk it rapidly, channeling my annoyance with her into the speed of my movements. I don't know what I was hoping to achieve, but the result was a lot of panting and her scooting back to let me onto the bed, which I joined hurriedly, because as much as I didn't want to admit it, damn did I want to play with this cock.
I stroked it in long, tender movements, watching Twilight's body quake from the unfamiliar feeling as she moved to take off her nightgown, exposing her own body. Her breasts weren't as big as mine, but her nipples were so cutely small and perky, and I found myself rolling one around in my fingers as I continued to wank her off, kissing her lips once more and feeling the way she moaned into my mouth from my rhythm and pace.
It was plenty of fun to handle, sure, but I didn't want it to go away without me getting a chance to taste it. I dipped my head down to lick at it, and the way Twilight's hips rocked from the motion only excited me more. I was lathering my tongue over her cock with increasing excitement, licking up to the head and sampling the measure of pre that was already leaking from her tip.
It tasted almost like her pussy, but with that little bit of musk that a stallion had about him, a stronger, more masculine flavour. It was incredibly moreish, and without thought I pushed my lips down onto her head, parting them and beginning to lick around it in a wide oval, pushing my head lower and lower as I tried to take more into my mouth. I wasn't particularly experienced with blowjobs, having only given a few in my life, but I could tell that Twilight was definitely enjoying having her ultra-sensitive new toy introduced to my mouth, almost as much as I was enjoying the girlish little squeaks that came from her every time I tapped my tongue against her tip.
She laid back further onto the bed, and I couldn't help but torture her a little more. I brought my breasts forwards, slipping her wet cock between them and beginning to rub up and down. I kept it slow, deliberate, being sure to tease her and bring her closer to a state of total arousal, her cock rock hard and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. This was what she got for making me feel like this, she deserved to be teased like the little fuck hungry slut that she was.
I began to bring them down faster, my hands between each of them as I kept her cock in place, even though it wanted to slip out at every moment if only due to how rigid it was, how straight it wished to point up. It was in the perfect position to ride, so I chose to take advantage of that fact while Twilight was still distracted. I quickly stripped away my shorts, throwing them to the side, and after licking my fingers and spreading my saliva over my already wet pussy, I climbed on top of her and started to line her up with my wanting folds.
I was already aching with need, and the feeling was only intensified a million-fold when I finally sat down on her cock, the warmth of her spreading through me and piercing my thoughts, my reasoning, my restraint. She was the size of one of our biggest toys, easily, but nothing rubbery and fake compared to this feeling, the knowledge that my lover was inside of me, perfectly fitting my walls and feeling my every clench and squeeze.
I could make her react from a simple contraction of my pussy, from the way I glided up and down, from the gyration of my hips and the sounds of my voice, and I did each with growing desire for her to finish inside me, each action especially designated to push her to finish inside. I rode her mercilessly and without consideration, not caring how long she lasted, just wanting to be filled, picking up my pace faster than I thought imaginable and bouncing on her like an amateur pornstar looking to make her big break.
Twilight's chest was heaving from the way my pussy pushed down on her, from how I choked her cock, and her each breath was another curse, another pant, another moan as I brought us both closer and closer to a mutual orgasm that we wouldn't forget. With no breaks or pauses I continued, my own body beginning to burn brighter than the sun as I felt my legs beginning to go numb, biting on my lip so hard I felt I'd draw blood at any moment, thrashing on her cock and attempting to milk every last drop from her.
"Moonie... I think I'm... I think I'm gonna—"
It was all I needed to hear. I pulled myself nearly all of the way up before dropping hard, impaling myself on her length and crying out as she began to fill me, one spurt at a time shooting its way into my body and sticking against my walls, lathering my insides with her seed and finally tipping me over the edge. I tightened hard around her cock as she continued to cum, covering her with my own juices even as she began to become still, her entire body freezing before becoming limp as I finished riding out the best orgasm I'd had in weeks, maybe months.
After a few months of simply laying there, I noticed I couldn't feel her cock inside me anymore. I looked down, confused, and saw that she didn't have it anymore, her usual body completely back to normal. Guess she hadn't been lying about that, at least.
Not that the effects of the orgasm faded with it, she was still panting extremely heavily. "Th-that was..."
"I know. Intense, huh?"
Twilight was silent for a moment, staring up at the ceiling with glazed eyes. "...I'm sorry for drugging you with a lust potion."
She almost sounded like she didn't want to say that. Probably because she didn't. I snickered, which was probably a bad idea, considering I could've pretended to be upset and milked it for all the favours and sympathy it was worth. "And I'm sorry for being a bitch, and for obsessing over work, and for making you cum so quickly."
I looked up only to find that Twilight's cheeks had gone a shade of crimson. "Hey! I'm not used to having a cock, okay?"
"And I'm not used to getting drugged, didn't see it stopping me from being a good fuck."
"So," Twilight asked, "are you going to go and get on with your work now?"
I could feel that the potion had worn off for me with the orgasm. I really should've been going and doing it, just like I should've been before everything that just happened. Just like I told her I would. "Nah, I'm gonna stay for a while. Hope you haven't forgotten how to cuddle me properly." I crawled up the bed towards her, folding into the fetal position and curling into her, nuzzling her chest with my forehead. She wrapped an arm around me and I felt her simple, naked warmth. Her touch had love to it. Crazy, insistent love, sure, but love nonetheless.