Twilight's Second First Time

The bed was wet.

Reliquary opened her eyes with a stretch, squirming slightly as the femme-cum-soaked sheets rubbed into her fur.

Wet and cold.

Though she really only wanted to go back to sleep, the cold wetness wasn’t going to let that happen. She threw the bedding off of herself, wincing at the overwhelming smell of her own sex as the trapped fumes exploded outward from the opened sheets. With a clatter, her hooves struck the wooden floor and she assessed the situation.

The clock read a hair past noon - she’d slept in. She’d also masturbated herself to sleep, with the evidence as plain as day; the sheets needed to be washed. More important, she needed to wash herself. And the sheets.

Her stomach growled, loudly complaining about the lack of attention.

She should just get breakfast and worry about the rest after she’d eaten.

She levitated her bedding into the laundry basket and then picked up the basket and started toward the kitchen, dropping the basket in the laundry room as she walked past.

Her thoughts wandered as she walked. Last night had been… strange. Twilight had appeared at the museum out of nowhere, visiting for the first time in several years. Then, as Reliquary had moved to kill the lights in the various exhibits, she’d found…

A blush hit her cheeks as she recalled the Princess’ aggressive lovemaking - to her coworker no less! Star Tracker had always said he loved Princess Twilight, but she never would have believed it was anything but a distant crush! Did they actually share a relationship?

A burning in her loins flared up. Just thinking about it was turning her on! She hadn’t been so horny in years! If only her husband was still…

No. There was no sense in dwelling on things that couldn’t be. She should just… eat breakfast. Then maybe slip in the bath and tease herself a bit.

Reliquary staggered into her kitchen and filled a glass of orange juice, sipping from it as she cooked up some blueberry pancakes. After several minutes, they were a perfect golden brown and she flipped them onto her plate.

Her typical breakfast routine set in as she left her breakfast on the table and went to retrieve the daily newspaper. She would read as she ate, just as she did every morning.

The newspaper floated in front of her as she slowly chewed on the first bite of pancake.

She did a double-take at the front page article. Somepony else had seen the lovers, too? And taken pictures?

A quick glance through the article revealed that a reporter had searched for Star Tracker for an interview but hadn’t found him at his home. Reliquary smiled, glancing at the living room. She’d cleaned up the evidence - no thanks to the neurotic Princess of Friendship - and lugged his nearly lifeless body all the way to her house where she could still hear him snoring away on the couch.

She continued eating her breakfast as she idly studied the pictures. A surprisingly erotic spread of photos for a mainstream paper, but print media was struggling and something like this would definitely be getting eyes back to the pages for a while.

As Reliquary gazed upon the pictures longer, they came to life in her mind’s eye. The sights! The sounds! The smells! The Princess and Star Tracker making love right there in the museum. The fire in her loins came back with a vengeance… and some of the smell was not just imaginary. Her own sex was dripping onto her chair!

Leaving her breakfast half-finished, she threw her chair away from the table and dropped to her hooves, cantering toward the bathroom as fast as she could go. She needed that relaxation session. She threw the bathroom door open and began drawing a hot bath, throwing herself into the tub before the water had even had a chance to rise, and furiously rubbing at her aching slit.

Star Tracker tossed and turned on the uncomfortable and unfamiliar musty couch as a ray of light shone through his eyelids. Turning away from the rogue sunbeam, he pulled the ratty old blanket closer around him. After a few minutes of struggling to get comfortable, it was clear that it was too late: he was awake already, and nothing was going to fix that. With a yawn, he opened his eyes.

The old gray couch he was laying upon was well used; nothing like the furniture in his own home. Two rickety wooden chairs sat on either side of the couch facing toward a large bay window. Wallpaper peeled off of the walls around the window frame and the ceiling sagged slightly near one of the corners. The hardwood floor had several pieces cracked and broken, revealing the underlayment beneath. Star Tracker wasn’t sure where he was. Was this even Canterlot?

He tried to remember the events of the previous night, but it only resulted in a sudden headache. Nothing came to mind, as if a fog descended upon his memory when he tried to think about it. In fact, he couldn’t remember anything past lunch.

Wait, what had he eaten for lunch? His stomach growled as he thought about it. Maybe he should find some food.

He inhaled for a big sigh. A musk invaded his nostrils. His eyes snapped open and his senses went to high alert. It was then that he noticed a familiar stickiness matting his fur down below.

...Another wet dream? That would be the worst possible thing to have in someone else’s house. He let the blanket slide to the floor. As it dropped, the smell of something unfamiliar and exotic hit him. His morning wood throbbed painfully in response - hopefully finding some food would distract him long enough for it to go down.

He wandered into the hallway. There was a kitchen was to his left, and a short hallway extended to the right, with two doors. Probably a bathroom and a bedroom. Whose house was this?

Now that he was moving about, the familiar pressure of a full bladder prompted him to find somewhere to relieve himself. His dick was desperate for two forms of attention now. Surely, whoever’s home this was, they wouldn’t mind if he used their bathroom. Perhaps he could handle both problems at the same time.

The bathroom was well-lit from the noon-day sun pouring in through a high window. Dust motes danced in the beam of light, which shone down right on the low toilet. A sink with a cracked mirror stood to his left and a large tub sat to the right with the bath curtain drawn. Though the rest of the house had seemed shoddy and poorly maintained, it had at least been clean, and the bathroom was no exception. Star Tracker breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door behind him.

But his efforts to urinate were thwarted by the intensity of his erection. The strange and alluring smell from earlier intensified in the closed room, thwarting any attempt to force his dick down. He would have to take care of that, first. Giving up on urination, Star Tracker sat down on the toilet and began slowly stroking his stallionhood with a hoof. It was still sticky from his wet dream, but the smell…

He brought his hoof up to lick at the stickiness. That scent was definitely coming from his crotch, but it wasn’t a smell he was familiar with — but what was it? His nostrils flared out, trying to absorb as much of the smell as possible. A throbbing pulse began in his loins, as if an orgasm was ready to blow already. Without a thought, he began stroking himself furiously, desperately trying to find release.

Reliquary heard hoofsteps just outside the bath curtain, and then the bathroom door clicked shut. She’d been living alone for far too long; her eyes snapped open as she realized she’d left the bathroom door unlocked -- Star Tracker was in her bathroom!

Much like the rest of her abode, the bathroom wasn’t exactly in pristine condition. There was a small tear in the shower curtain - one that sometimes leaked water onto her bathroom floor while she showered. Now, that tear served as a peephole through which she could see Star Tracker standing before her toilet, his rock hard erection swinging beneath him. Her breath hitched and she froze up. He hadn’t noticed her yet, and she didn’t dare reveal her presence now!

His cock flexed several times as she watched him trying in vain to urinate. She looked on in curious fascination as it bobbed up and down with the tightening of his pelvic muscles. An emptiness formed in the pit of her stomach as she stared. If only she could have that cock in herself the way that Princess Twilight had had.

She slowly became aware of a building scent in the air - an aroused stallion… and the unfortunately now-familiar scent of Twilight Sparkle’s heat. That same smell that had been rubbed into her coat all night, leaving her to masturbate long into the wee hours of the morning - was now growing stronger again as the Princess’ lovemaking dried upon his fur permeated the small bathroom with its potent stench.

Breathing deeply, she savored the heady aroma in the air, and her clit winked madly in the warm bathwater, desperately grasping for the cock that was just in front of her.

Then, Star Tracker grunted in frustration, spinning around and seating himself upon the seat of the toilet. Had he decided he had to…

Ew.

It was bad enough she would have to smell it, she didn’t want to see that. She averted her eyes, slowly and silently sinking back into the water. Her sex demanded her attention, but the motion of her hoof would make too much noise. Maybe she could use her magic? Carefully. Subtly.

A light caress of her magic against her clit was enough to send her pleasure into overdrive and all of her muscles tightened up. She snuffed out her magic immediately to stop the rapidly building orgasm - there was no way she could do that without making noise. She lay there, frozen in place, trying not to let herself go and desperately choking back a moan.

Maybe watching him… do the thing she didn’t want to think about would kill her desire? Oh, Celestia, she hoped so - the stress was going to kill her at this rate otherwise.

She cracked an eye open and peered through the hole in the curtain again, but what she was was not what she expected. Star Tracker was leaning stiffly against the back side of the toilet, hoof working his shaft rapidly. She stared, entranced by the flesh of his fuckstick gliding up and down with his hoof’s touch, and wishing she could be there to catch his emission.

His other hoof came down to cup his balls as he tried to coax his seed out. Reliquary salivated at the thought. After several moments, the first sound let loose from his lips; a groan of pleasure.

Reliquary watched as the aura of his magic came down to join his hoof upon his shaft, stroking it softly and ticking at his flare. His hoof stopped, and the magic continued stroking on its own.

“What?” he said aloud.

Reliquary froze at the sound of his voice and the magic around his cock dissipated.

Star Tracker wasn’t a unicorn. She’d just started masturbating him without his consent!

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath.

Star Tracker had heard that. He turned to look at the shower curtain. Reaching out with his hoof, he pulled the curtain aside. Reliquary met his gaze, inhaling the scent upon his hoof as it held the curtain inches from her face. As if compelled by the scent, one of her hooves snaked down to touch her clit.

Sparks flew as her orgasm hit her like a freight train - her entire body convulsed powerfully as she felt her insides clamp down on a non-existent intruder, giving her more of the release she’d been craving all morning and all night. Slipping further under the water, a throaty groan escaped her lips as her body let loose a few last twitching agreements.

“Reliquary?!” he shouted, inches from her face. If she weren’t lost in the throes of orgasm, she might have cringed at the sheer volume of his outburst, but she felt too good and couldn’t even put up a token complaint. “What are you…?” His eyes traced down her body to where her hoof moved frantically between her thighs. “... oh.”

Despite his dark fur, a blush radiated from his cheeks as he processed what was going on. “Was that… an orgasm?” he asked tentatively.

A dopey smile crossed Reliquary’s face. “Mmmhmm.”

“Because of... me?” he asked.

Reliquary only nodded, her entire body limp. It would take a few seconds before she could do anything but be a pool of jello in a warm tub.

“The smell has been driving me insane,” she complained.

“The smell?”

She gestured at his still stiff member. He suddenly became very self-conscious, trying to cover his maleness with his hooves.

“I’m sorry!” he blurted out. “I didn’t mean to!”

“There’s no need to apologize,” Reliquary reassured. “I enjoyed watching, but…” she glanced at where his hooves failed entirely to protect his modesty. “I don’t think Princess Twilight would approve of this.”

Star Tracker stared at her in confusion. “Were you under the impression we’re in a relationship? Because I can assure you, she doesn’t care.”

Reliquary gazed into his eyes, searching him for any sign of deception - and found none. Despite what she’d seen the night before, it seemed he was telling the honest truth. Or he was very good at masking it.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just that, with how much you talk about loving her, I thought--”

“Wishes and fantasies, Reliquary, that’s all.”

Once again, she found herself searching for any sign of deception, and again she found none. It seemed unlikely that the Princess would have chosen him for a Friendship With Benefits scenario... yet, before last night, it had also seemed equally unlikely that they were in a relationship of any kind.

“I see…” Her attention was drawn back to the intense musk radiating from his crotch. “Then, you wouldn’t mind if I... helped you out?”

Star Tracker swallowed thickly. He’s never been so directly propositioned by a mare before… and he was a virgin! Sure, she was older than he imagined his first would be, but he’d heard that older mares are often more exciting; more skilled. Was this something he really wanted to do?

His throbbing erection called out to him, begging for release. That was all he needed. He nervously pulled his hooves away from his cock, allowing it to proudly present itself under Reliquary’s lustful gaze. Uncertain of what to do, he simply leaned back, allowing her a close-up look at his maleness.

Reliquary wasted no time engulfing his entire shaft into her warm maw, swirling her tongue around his medial ring and teasing at the tip. A small dollop of pre coated her tongue as she went, slickening his entire length as she slathered her tongue upon it.

She could feel that he was nearing his limit - he’s clearly been worked up from the stroking earlier - but that wasn’t enough for her. She needed more. An old spell came to her mind - one she hadn’t used since the death of her husband several years prior - An orgasm denial spell. All she had to do was keep her magical focus on it, and he wouldn’t be able to finish. With a thought, her horn lit up as she went to work.

The warmth and wetness of her mouth was like nothing Star Tracker had ever experienced before. He felt himself held at the edge as Reliquary went to town on his cock. His entire body was tense and begging for release - he was like a boat at the edge of a waterfall that stretched ever higher, with all of nature’s forces pushing him - commanding him - to go over the edge. He felt his entire body tense under her ministrations, frozen at the moment of climax, but unable to actually do so.

Reliquary doubled her pace as she felt him tense up - she knew from experience that he was now nothing more than putty in her hooves, and she could release him at any time. She relished the sense of power and control over him, her clit winking madly and demanding that she be serviced. She would give him his release, but not until she was completely, utterly, and wholly satisfied.

She pulled off of his cock with a light pop and peered up at his strained expression. It was too cute - she couldn’t help but tease him.

“So, am I as good as Princess Twilight?”

Star Tracker whimpered cutely, which she took as an affirmative, before diving back down on his majestic shaft. Bobbing up and down on his cock, he continued to whimper and moan before finally he managed to squeak an answer.

“Uhh… ohh… aah… I--- dooon’t … know,” he gasped. Reliquary paused and rolled her eyes up to peer at his face. Given a merciful moment to compose himself despite the pleasure, he gasped out the rest of his thought. “She’s never... “ *groan* “sucked me off before.”

What.

Reliquary froze as the words snaked their way through her cognitive functions, but almost immediately she felt his flare expand in her throat and she knew she’d made a mistake. She’d lost focus on her spell. Instantly his cock throbbed and pulsed with his release, firing load after load of fresh spunk straight down her throat. Reliquary started swallowing desperately, his now-flared tip making it impossible to pull off of him.

The undulating muscles of her throat only urged his orgasm further and Reliquary’s eyes began to water as she desperately swallowed the endless baby batter, and trying to get air around the titanic cock in her throat. Dizziness set in and her vision began fading as she gulped over and over again. His orgasm had subsided, the flare shrinking down and she ripped her head away from his cock, gasping for fresh oxygen. The dizziness caused her to topple backward into the tub, slamming the back of her head against the edge, and everything went black.

When she came to, she was in her own bed. Her head throbbed painfully as she stirred. The uncomfortable, cold sensation of an ice pack nipped at the back of her neck as she moved.

Star Tracker hadn’t remembered his blowjob from Princess Twilight? There was no mistaking what she saw last night, though. She’d never even lost sight of him before she was lugging his nearly-corpse-like body to her home in the wee hours of night, so it had most definitely been him. And there was no way it was anypony but Princess Twilight.

The memory of the night before replayed in her mind vividly. Star Tracker had mumbled something to Princess Twilight that Reliquary didn’t hear and then he almost immediately passed out. The Princess had gotten irritated - either at what he said, or at his falling asleep right after sex, and then … she had cast something before teleporting away.

The spell. The Princess had cast a spell on him! A memory spell?

If she was right, this was bad. She needed to find Star Tracker!

She sat up.

...But Star Tracker was sitting in a chair nearby - one that he had clearly taken from the kitchen. The newspaper was spread open in his lap. He stared at it with a glassy-eyed expression. A bottle of wine - mostly empty - sat next to him on her dresser.

That bottle had been full yesterday. Why would he have…

...had she made a mistake? Did he regret what they did, and only here because he felt bad for what happened? Would he leave the moment he realized she was awake?

His head swung listlessly up to meet her, his eyes barely focused. “Yooooour allll kay…” he murmured.

Yep. He’s sloshed, Reliquary thought to herself. This is very bad.

His head flopped back to the newspaper, and Reliquary saw tears forming in his eyes. “Allkaaaaaay…” he murmured.

Reliquary levitated the wine glass away from him, polishing off what little remained in it before sliding out of the bed. Clearly, they needed to talk about what just happened. She trotted up to take the newspaper from his lap, but hesitated as she noticed the picture in the spread.

Oh. Right. The photo. Of Princess Twilight. Impaled upon Star Tracker.

This was beyond bad.

She levitated the newspaper away from Star Tracker. He looked up at her, and she could tell that he had been struggling with his tears. “Yooou knew,” he accused - with surprising coherence for his apparently inebriated state. “Allllll along.”

Reliquary hesitated, sitting down on her haunches before nodding. “I saw it,” she whispered softly. “Most of it, anyway.”

“I don’t… ‘member…” he mumbled.

“She wiped your memory,” Reliquary mumbled.

He looked back down at the floor. “Why?”

Reliquary struggled to come up with something to say, but she her mind struggled to focus. She could still taste his seed from when he’d been pulled from her throat, probing the back of her thoughts and reminding her that she hadn’t been satisfied yet. She forced that thought away - now was hardly the time.

“My first-,” Star Tracker continued, his head dropping to stare at the floor. “... first time. Don’t remember.”

Reliquary smiled a fake smile. She knew it was fake - it felt fake and foreign upon her face. But it was what she felt he needed right now. “It’s alright, Star,” she reassured him, lifting his chin to face her again. “I think she…”

She paused. What could she say that wouldn’t complicate things?

“You think she...?” Star Tracker’s voice was strained and hoarse.

“She chose you,” Reliquary replied, hoping it was the right words. He only stared at her - or perhaps through her. “I don’t know what is going on with you two,” she continued, “but, whatever reason she did what she did… she chose you.”

“...Why?”

Reliquary hadn’t thought that far ahead, but she knew one thing. “Because she was in heat. I know you stallions don’t really understand estrus all that well, but she needed a stallion. She had it worse than any mare I’ve seen in my entire life.”

Star Tracker shook his head. “But I barely even know her! Why would she have come to me?”

Reliquary thought back to Twilight’s sudden appearance from the fillies’ room - flustered, nervous, and trying to get her mind off of something. Was it just her heat, or something else? It seemed too extreme for just that...

“I don’t have all the answers, Star,” she confessed. “I’m sorry.”

Star Tracker slumped back in the chair, pondering Reliquary’s words. Despite his raging emotions, just thinking about rutting the Princess stirred his loins and he felt himself growing harder. He felt angry at himself for that. Angry that what should have been one of the best experiences of his life had been robbed from him. Angry that he couldn’t remember while now seemingly all of Canterlot and beyond knew about it.

But that anger conflicted with a strange sense of pride. Twilight was literally the mare of his dreams, and she’d claimed his virginity. As Reliquary had pointed out, the Princess had chosen him for her activity - whatever her reasons, he was her target. Out of all of the ponies she could have picked, it was him.

But why? Why did she pick him, and why couldn’t he remember? Was he truly angry at her, or was he just angry at himself? He couldn’t be sure.

“Are you going to be okay?” His thoughts were interrupted by Reliquary.

“It’s just so confusing,” Star Tracker confessed. “I don’t know how to feel. It seems like now every pony in Canterlot knows about an amazing sexual adventure I had. Every pony except me. If I hadn’t read it in the paper, I wouldn’t even know. ”

Reliquary nodded. “I imagine it’s the talk of the town right now. It’s okay, I don’t mind if you lay low here for a bit.”

Star Tracker had tried to piece everything together in a way that made sense. But date rape? Or something similar to it anyway. That made as little sense as the rest of it, no matter how he tried. Why would Twilight have gone that far? It’s not like he would have objected if she’d asked.

A sudden thought came to his mind. “If I had sex, but I don’t remember it, am I still a virgin?”

Reliquary frowned, her eyes darting back and forth between Star Tracker’s face and his half-stiffened member. “If you really can’t remember anything about the experience, I would say you are. Is it that important to you?”

Star Tracker remained silent for some time. “It probably shouldn’t be, but... I’m 25 years old; I feel like sex is something I should have experienced by now. The blowjob you just gave me is the only sexual experience I’ve ever had. I never had the courage to approach most of the mares I’m attracted to, and it seems like I screw up any time I actually can muster it up.” He closed his eyes and leaned his head back in thought.

“Ever since that stupid Zeppelin trip. I got a little excited about the Princess being so close on that trip, and I didn’t know how to handle my stupid teenaged self. She blew up at me, and I’ve been really self-conscious about every interaction with mares ever since.” He dropped his fork against his plate with a clatter. “And now I can’t even remember the one time I apparently didn’t screw up, and with her, of all ponies!”

The sound of hoofsteps led him to open his eyes. Reliquary was now standing right next to him. “Star, let me be honest with you,” Reliquary whispered. “Seeing you with the Princess last night left me so horny that I tucked you into the couch and then I went into my room and masturbated for hours. I haven’t felt the touch of a stallion since my husband died, and it has taken a toll on me. I wasn’t giving you a blowjob for your own sake - It is heat season. I wanted you to plow my field and sow your seeds.”

Star Tracker gulped nervously. “Um…” he replied, unable to respond in any coherent fashion.

"I won’t force it on you. I’m not the Princess,” she continued, glancing down at his stiffening cock. “But if you want to have an experience that you can remember, I have absolutely no problem with giving you one. Just let me know.”