120 Nights of Pony

"Got a bit too real for you, huh?" Trixie's still got her trademark smirk on, but--she looks at me like I've touched the stove, and she knows I was going to, and she doesn't blame me for it.

"Yeah," I mutter, crossing my legs. "I dunno, I--nopony else even tried to say no, and when I saw her lying on the floor, it--"

"It looked real."

"Yeah."

We pause for a moment. I can see the Boutique from here. Trixie sighs.

"...yes, I'm going to tell him," she says, staring up at the stars. "If you'd let me tell them at the start then this wouldn't be a problem!"

I glance at her, my face all scrunched up as I try to guess the other end of that conversation.

Trixie sighs, again. "Anon, you're a good person. That's why you're here--to experience things you wouldn't get to experience as a good person."

My eyes widen. "So you mean if I--"

"It wouldn't have been real real, anyway, it resets at midnight, but yes. The point of this exercise is for you to find out what it's like to do terrible things that nobody in their right mind would do."

"Why?"

"Because one day," she says simply, "you're going to be in my shoes, and you need to know how to orchestrate these things. Now go fuck Twilight or something."

"Hello, Anon. I've been waiting for you."

I stare, slack-jawed, as Twi drags me into her castle.

"Yes, I know all about you! Pinkie told me everything, and I know exactly how to deal with this." As she drags me into a clear space in the center of her library, she beams, standing tall as she announces her latest project: "The anti-orgasm spell!"

"But what about the timeloop?" I stammer.

"Yes, yes, the timeloop, Pinkie told me all about--" She suddenly freezes mid-sentence, her face twisting into a couple of different forms of confusion as the knowledge is dropped on her. "...that is very disconcerting. And I still think this whole thing is immoral."

"Dammit."

"Anyway! This spell should prevent you from orgasming, therefore eliminating your sex drive! Now, hold still." Twi's horn starts to charge--and I close my eyes, wondering if this is the day I die (again), turned into a potted plant by accident, left to face an eternity of--"Anon!" Twilight shouts. "The spell's over."

I blink a couple times as the purple glow fades, glancing down between my legs. Yep, Anon Jr. is still there. And still hard, actually!

"I cast it on myself, too, so don't think you'll fuck your way out of this one. Although, we do have to make sure it's working..."

She turns and promptly presents, her tail flying high as she kicks her legs out to the side. "Right! Anon, do your worst."

I shrug, and mount her, and in short order I'm inside her--and it feels pretty much like any other pony pussy does, tight and hot and wet in all the right places. I bite my lip, and I could swear I heard a little groan from her.

"Good, the spell worked. I don't feel a thing," Twi gasps out. "And you?"

"N-nothing!" I stutter out. If I pretend it's working, then maybe she'll say--

"Okay, start thrusting. We have to push this spell to the limit," Twi mutters, rocking her hips gently side-to-side. I wrap my forelegs around her waist, and start to buck into her--it still feels amazing, and it must be good for her too, because I can feel her squeezing around me. "Yes--that's it--ahem, keep going," she moans, blushing softly.

I start to pick up speed--and this time, I experiment a little, shifting my legs and angling my hips--Twilight cries out suddenly. "I--I still feel physical sensations, but not pleasure. By design, of course."

I just keep going--pushing a little further, a little faster each time I hilt. She starts to pant softly, dropping the act, as I feel the wave coming. "Hold on tight, Twi, I'm--"

Not cumming. It just...doesn't happen. I keep thrusting, as fast as I can, and I can feel the incredible pre-climax pressure, but...there's no kaboom. You know, there's supposed to be an Earth-moving kaboom.

"Oh fuck," Twilight groans. "I feel it too. Oh goddesses, I--I know what happened! We can't cum, but--" She trails off into a moan as her forelegs give out. "Ooooh, noooo..."

I grunt softly, using this new angle to pound her even harder. I know the spell's kicking in--I can feel a twinge of absolute ecstasy every time I bump up against the hard limit--but I'm having a little trouble focusing, and besides that, didn't Twilight say we were supposed to push the limits? Maybe the spell breaks if I cum hard enough!

I plant my hooves and start rutting her almost as hard as I fucked Rushie this morning, wincing as my throbbing shaft starts to ache with need. I need to cum, and fast, and every time I almost get there, I feel a little more desperate.

Twi squeals, her eyes going wide as she hits the wall again. "F-fuck! Anon, I--oh moon--ngh--I can't feel my--" Her hindlegs give out and we collapse to the floor; I roll with her, and after a few moments of tangled hooves and the occasional moan, I end up face-to-face with her. Her horn sparks and fizzes, half-completed spells popping off into the ether as Twilight goes cross-eyed. "H-harder!" she mewls, clinging to me. "Just--haah--harder~!"

"Twilight, darling, it's been hours since anypony last saw you! Pinkie told me she was worried--" Rarity stops in her tracks as she enters the library.

In the middle of the room, me and Twi are still going at it. We've tried at least a dozen positions, and I'm pretty sure we'd be out cold if Twi hadn't managed to cast a hydration spell on both of us. It's a good thing she did, too, because about an hour after that she just kind of gave up thinking. As I pull out of her mouth--yet another unsuccessful experiment with oral--she stares blankly at Rarity, moaning as I move to take her from behind. Her ass feels even tighter than her other holes, but it's still not enough. My memories after the eight-hour mark are kind of fuzzy, but I know we were still fucking until it was almost midnight...

"This should do the trick--"

And as Rarity spoke those words, the entire day came down on me like the world's most arousing hammer. I didn't just hit my limit--I exploded through it, blasting rope after rope of cum onto Twilight as she spasmed and squealed in her own personal pleasure-hell.

And then it kept going. Later, Twilight guessed that we were feeling every denied orgasm, in sequence. All I know is that she begged me to stick it inside, and I grabbed her cum-soaked ass and did as I was told. We rolled in a massive puddle of our collective fluids, grinding and humping--I pulled out occasionally to give her a fresh coat of jizz, and she reveled in it, ordering me to soak her wings, coat her mane, stuff it down her throat. Every part of her--and me--was thoroughly painted creamy white by the end of it.

It took another hour on top of that before either of us could even talk right.

"Anon...that was worth it," Twi mumbled, snuggling up to me. We had been forced to take a shower, by a very indignant Rarity ("Honestly, it is irresponsible to make another pony clean up after your pleasure!"). After that, we had retired to Twilight's room--she had insisted on afterglow snuggles. "It didn't do what I wanted, but it felt amazing."

"I wonder," I muttered, "if you could cast that one on my sister."

Twi blushed. "Y-you'd--"

"Or Shining Armor," I murmur, rubbing my chin.

"Anon!"

"Ooh, we could do an orgy!"

The resulting explosion of magic apparently kicked off another orgy! Unfortunately, it didn't really start until after midnight, so I wasn't around to see it.