Author's Note

I hope you're in the mood for some strong d/s dynamics, bondage, maledom, and a mare's first time, because I sure am! Enjoy!

Afternoon date

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The three raps against the door were unnecessary since it was a public library, but Ace felt like a guest invited to a home, and so treated the location as such. To his momentary surprise, the door opened inwards almost immediately, and he was greeted by an exuberent, beaming purple unicorn. She must've been waiting intently for him to arrive. Her eyes darted to his bulky saddlebags, lighting up at the sight of them sagging heavily.

"Come in," she ushered, stepping back to give him room to enter. He obliged, walking into the great tree that housed the town's library, taking in the familiar comfort of its welcoming interior. A clunk behind him informed him that the purple pony had closed the door, and she soon trotted past him to a couch by one of the walls. He raised an eyebrow. That was new. "Would you like tea? Coffee?"

"Tea," he answered, plonking his rump down on the couch and wiggling to get comfy. It was well-cushioned, and very comfortable, moreso than the usual array of chairs and blankets she kept around for guests and friends. "Milk, no sugar, if you can?" She nodded at his request, and levitated in a teapot and two cups on saucers, along with a small jug of milk, prompting a series of blinks from the stallion. "You already made the tea?"

"I made both, just in case," she confessed, smiling sheepishly at him as she daintily poured the tea, followed by a dash of milk to fill it to a perfect height, neither too full nor too empty. He had to give her credit; her execution was flawless.

"So there's a pot of coffee just sitting in the next room?" he inquired, accepting his saucer. She cast a quick glance in the direction of the door and umm'd.

"We can have coffee later," she answered at last. "There's no rush to be anywhere." In spite of her words, her undisciplined gaze at his saddlebags gave away her actual thoughts. The pegasus noticed, but kept his smirk to himself as he picked up his cup and sipped softly.

"Maybe," he agreed, noncommitally. "But first, we have this tea." He tried to channel Celestia's aura, revisiting the memory of her graceful mannerisms and attempting to replicate her collected demeanour. Even though he'd only had a few encounters with the majestic alicorn, these seemed to be paying dividends.

"Do you have everything?" Twilight asked, the underlying anxiety motivating the question bleeding into her otherwise composed tone. "Everything you need, that is, since you know what you're doing."

"I do," the stallion confirmed. "What book are you reading currently? Something new?"

The shift in topic caught the unicorn off-guard, and she paused as her mind attempted to switch gears. Ace waited patiently. Getting her in a comfortable frame of mind, something familiar, was very important, and he couldn't rush that.

"I'm in between books at the moment," the mare answered at last. "I've started going over the Daring Do series from the beginning, but I'm also perusing a journal covering astronomy and cosmological studies. Ever since last session, when I finished The Universal Trilogy, I wondered how much we could verify about conditions on other celestial bodies, including life, so I've tried looking into it. I haven't come up with anything that suggests life, just yet, but it's not quite as ridiculous as I would've once thought." The familiar topic made her smile, and it took a few seconds after she'd finished to remember what she'd asked before. "Actually, I looked into it because it distracted me from today..." Her visage shifted slightly, gradually becoming more inquisitive.

"It's certainly a productive disctraction," Ace commented, refilling his cup from the pot. Adding milk and stirring, he continued, "In fact, I think that if we do discover life beyond this planet, it'll be you we'll have to thank for it. You'll put your stamp on Equestrian civilisation for sure."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Twilight rebuffed, chuckling demurely and flashing a humble smile at him. "I'm just a librarian in Ponyville, not a top-notch researcher at an esteemed institution."

"Of course, just a librarian. Well, a prodigal unicorn scholar who happens to have been taken as the personal student of Princess Celestia and who attended Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns in Canterlot, who has saved the world from the dark conquest of a mysterious and pernicious malevolent entity that corrupted an alicorn, saved said alicorn from a terrible curse and reintroduced her to Equestrian society after a millenium, saved the entire world from a scourge of eternal chaos, who presides as one of the most elusive and potent bearers of magic known to Ponykind; and who on top of that pursues studies pertaining to magical advancement." He paused to let his words sink in, a smirk tugging at his muzzle. "Yeah, a total nobody."

"You're really exaggerating."

"You're right, I must be lying about the stain glass windows erected in the Royal Castle in the capital city of Equestria detailing both events, and having attended the ceremony where the six Bearers of the Elements of Harmony were celebrated for their services to the kingdom. And the ponies who speak highly of you must be lying about your achievements and personality, the latter of which I can personally verify. In fact, I can verify the petrification of the draconequus too, so that's another of your achievements that-"

"Okay, okay," she interrupted, flushing. "I've helped Equestria a few times."

"And you're very smart."

"Okay, that too. Can you stop elevating me to a state of heroism now?"

"Well, it is the truth, so..." He let out a laugh at her embarrassed pout. "Okay, I'll stop rubbing it in your face. But you're a heroine and an amazing mare, Twilight Sparkle, and I'm not going to stop believing that." She didn't say anything, and the stallion continued his casual tea-sipping.

"Your vocabulary is improving," she muttered at last. "Have you been using the dictionary I gave you?"

"Maybe," he answered. "And I might've been reading the beastiary you recommended."

"It shows." She smiled again.

Ace would've thanked her for her observation, but the soft sound of footsteps coming down the stairs drew his attention, and he glanced up to see a pint-sized purple dragon plodding down the stairs, an equally small backpack strapped just off-centre to avoid his spines.

"Yo, Spike," the pegasus greeted, grinning at the young male. The dragon looked over and waved, smiling warmly.

"Hi, Ace," he responded in his chipper, youthful tone, his eyes flicking to the couch. "Did you bring the couch with you?"

"Me?" Ace asked. "No? I don't have a way of moving it around. This is a two pony job, at least." The two of them glanced over at Twilight, whose cheeks burned under the gaze of the two males.

"It was a good time to redecorate," she tried to explain, her stoic tone undermined by her visible embarrassment. "We needed it to seat guests, and I thought with Ace visiting, this would be an opportune time to add proper seating."

"One sofa?" Spike questioned, quirking an eyebrow. "This morning?"

"We needed to start somewhere."

"You normally ask me to help with any chores that need to be done around here."

"I didn't need help today. Aren't you going to be late?" There was barely a pause between the two sentences, and the dragon took the obvious hint, readjusting his straps and waving a goodbye to the two ponies, glancing back as he closed the door on his way out.

He may have been a baby dragon, but Ace knew even he would've picked up on something going on between him and Twilight. In all likelihood, he'd be wondering if it was a close friendship, or maybe something romantic, judging from the small boy's infatuation with Rarity. Turning away from the door, he resumed drinking his tea, allowing a silence to develop save for the few noises that made it in from outside and his own supping and swallowing. Next to him, he could feel Twilight's eyes on him, and fought back the urge to smirk knowingly.

"So..." A minute had passed by, and the unicorn's voice finally penetrated the comfortable trance the room had fallen into. "We're alone..." She sounded unsure, nervous even as she tried to add a soft suggestiveness to her tone. She'd probably picked that up from Rarity's more amorous novels. He could still hear her hesitation and the dryness in her throat.

"Yes, we are." A sip. "A good time for quiet contemplation in the company of aromatic beverages and intelligent ponies." The next sip finished off his cup, and he smacked his lips. "This really is good tea. You'll have to let me know where you buy it from."

"Well...we could do...other th...things." Her words failed her at the last second, and she had to repeat herself.

"We will," he assured her, refilling his cup. "But first, the tea. You spent time and effort making this, and I won't see it go to waste." Having poured his own tea, he reached over to the unicorn's cup and tipped the remainder of the pot into hers. Finally looking over to her, he was greeted by a blank stare, uncertainty creasing her features. "Drink. You sound nervous, and it'll calm your nerves."

Letting out a soft breath, she acquiesced, taking a sizable gulp of her tea and letting out another breath. The stallion allowed her time to collect herself.

"You know, I remember my first kiss," he started. She glanced at him curiously, but he continued unabated. "I was nervous, and giddy, and I thought it was going to be this amazing, spectacular moment where everything would change. I thought about it for years before it happened, and when it came to it, I was anxious. I wondered if she'd have bad breath, or if it'd taste disgusting, or if I'd be awful at it. In the end, we took the plunge, and it wasn't any of those things." He paused, and chuckled lightly. "Well, it was awful. Not 'awful' in the sense that I hated it, or that it was especially dreadful, but rather unskilled. It was good, but looking back on it, we were clearly not very good at actually doing it.

"But aside from that, it was fine; it didn't taste bad, it didn't smell bad, I didn't, I dunno, bite off her tongue or anything. We just rubbed lips together and awkwardly tried to figure out what we were supposed to do with our tongues, and when we were meant to breathe. I smiled about it for days afterwards, but nothing particularly magical happened in terms of my maturity. I still remember it fondly to this day, though, and if I close my eyes and think back, I can still remember the stillness of the air, the warmth of the sun, and the grass beneath my hooves." He leaned back a little, and locked eyes with the mare. "Describe your first kiss."

"You were there," Twilight reminded him, tilting her head in confusion.

"Humour me."

Looking unconvinced, the purple mare took a few seconds to think. "We were upstairs in this library, sitting in armchairs, and I was opening up to you about my feelings. I'd just finished reading The Universal Trilogy, and the smell of paper was still fresh in the air. It was warm, a perfect temperature that made it comfortable to read outside, and you'd managed to corner me on an issue I'd never opened up to another pony before. You asked to kiss me, and I became really nervous." She looked beyond Ace. "The wood felt...softer, I think. Like I wasn't picking it up. Like when you wake up with pins and needles, and you can't properly feel anything you touch, but you know what it is you're touching. And then we kissed." She paused again, a slight smile tugging at her muzzle. "You were so soft and confident. You took charge, and I just went with it. It felt natural." Now she was smiling brightly.

"See?" Ace asked, grinning.

"I think so," she said.

"Your nerves were really kicking into high gear back then, but now all you can think about is how much you enjoyed that it happened."

"Yes."

"But it's not like it was the best kiss you'll ever have, and you know that." She nodded, looking visibly more relaxed. "Well, then, you know I'm telling the truth about first kisses. You can relate to it now. And now that you know that, believe me when I say first times are the same for just about everything." He sipped his tea again. "You'll look back on today with nothing but positivity, and there's genuinely no need to be nervous. So drink your tea, take deep breaths, and think of me as a friend, not an imposing figure."

That worked. He could see it immediately in her posture, her expression, and the gentle little mouthfuls she supped down. She'd stopped looking tense, and looked far more limber and calm. In fact, now that he looked properly, she looked sleek and glossy, almost. Her mane looked fresh and combed, and her tail too. Breathing in as quietly as he could, he thought he could smell a flowery fragrance that wasn't 'not Twilight', but was certainly more pronounced. She'd really gone out of her way to prepare for him, the pegasus realised, and he had to raise hs cup to his muzzle to hide the grin he couldn't suppress.

"How was your first time?" she asked, her tone lacking that underlying tension which it had had previously.

"Are you asking to push us along, or out of curiosity?" Ace queried.

"As a friend," she replied. "You mentioned your first kiss, but given what we're going to be doing, I would've thought that recounting your first, ahem, time would've been more relevant."

"I mentioned my first kiss because I knew you also had that experience, and could relate," he informed her. "But my first time was fine. I enjoyed it." He adjusted himself on the sofa, thinking back. "Same experience as my first kiss; I was nervous, anxious about how it would feel, what would happen, and thought it would change my life forever. Instead, it was good and I'm fond of it as a memory and an experience." He grinned. "Most of the time was spent trying to get her to finish. I took ages to get it up, and then had performance anxiety, and managed to get her to have her fun. I was so proud of that. Then we went to sleep, and the next morning, we went again, and I, uh, finished in about two minutes, before she'd really gotten into it."

"Was it good?"

"It was mediocre, realistically. I had fun, but I've definitely improved since then. Doesn't mean I didn't strut around like I'd just won the lottery, though." She giggled, and he joined in, laughing at the cartoonish image of his younger self. "You're lucky; you get me at the peak of my skill and talent."

"Cocky."

"Cocky, ballsy, and spunky," he commented, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She snickered, covering her muzzle with her hoof.

"You're so immature."

"Yep, and you love it."

The mare's giggles petered off into a soft hum of approval, her eyes lidding just a little. "Ace?"

"Yeah?"

"I want to kiss you."

"That makes sense."

"So can I?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Ask nicely."

The purple mare couldn't help but smile in spite of herself. "Can I please kiss you, you devilish, handsome, amazing stallion? Please will you let me?"

Ace swilled his cup and tipped it up, emptying the contents into his mouth and placing the cup back down on its saucer. Looking Twilight in the eye, he nodded, a smirk tilting his lips upward. The mare immediately scooted over to him, slowing as she approached, and inched her head closer to his. He could see that her body was saturated with a ready energy, her cautious movements brimming with eager anticipation. When he felt her breath against his muzzle, the stallion leaned in, cradled the back of her head with a hoof, and closed the rest of the gap between them.

Their lips danced softly, Ace's barely moving while the unicorn touched at him, revelling in the feel of him against her. Tracing his free hoof up her chest and stroking her jawline, he made sure their lips were truly locked together, and, angling them so he was kissing downwards, let the connection deepen. He felt her balk in surprise at the realisation he still had the last of his tea in his mouth, and tenderly pressed on, guiding their waltz while gauging her receptiveness to his plan. She didn't try to pull away as the hot liquid lapped at her lip, and he reduced his suction, letting it dribble over her tongue. The mare shifted, but didn't stop him, and so he used his tongue to direct the rest of the fluid into her mouth, transferring his mouthful to her, and holding her chin with his hoof as he ended the kiss and pulled back.

"Swallow." The order was delivered firmly, his voice low and quiet, staring her in the eyes with his hoof keeping her lower jaw shut. Her lips were pulled inwards, and her cheeks were bulging just that little bit to indicate she was holding something. She looked at him for a few seconds, her eyes having widened in momentary confusion, before she tilted her head back just slightly and her throat contracted, the gulp audible to him from the narrow distance between them. Looking back at him, she smiled nervously, awkward excitement spreading over her face. "Good girl."

The unicorn wasn't slow or considered after that, kissing him needily, her breaths sharp and almost whiny. She pushed into him, her lips clashing against his, her teeth catching his lower lip and dragging it with her until she let go, wanting something more from their encounter. The stallion met her need in equal measure, ensnaring her in deep kisses and stealing away her breath, and when she pulled away, he smooched along her neck and jaw, pulling gasps and coos from her. He'd been right about smelling her; her coat teamed with a fruity, floral scent, the sharp sweetness tickling his nostrils as they moved.

"Upstairs," he spoke up at last, pulling back. "Get your pretty purple butt up to your room right now." She leapt from the couch immediately, trotting towards the spiral stairs and casting a glance over her shoulder. He followed, assuring her with his presence, his gaze chasing her as she ascended. Her tail remained neatly placed, laying over her hindquarters as she walked, the obstruction only making him more determined to see what rested beneath. He didn't let her leave his sight, taking the steps two at a time, the weight of his bags nearly forgotten as he headed up to the second floor of the library, and up the second flight of stairs to her room.

"Okay, I'm in my room," the unicorn sing-songed, her muzzle stretched into a knowing, mischievous smile. "Now what?" She looked giddy, and the stallion felt her infectious excitement spread to him as he loosened the straps on his saddlebags and wiggled them off his back.

"That depends on what you want," the pegasus informed her, dropping the bags next to the bed. "I was thinking we should make more use of your mouth..." He grinned at her as he climbed onto the bed, sitting on his hindquarters with his rear legs spread, exposing his crotch to her. "...somewhere you haven't tried before." Planting his forehooves behind him, Ace leaned back, keeping himself upright for both their viewing pleasure.

The purple pony stared, transfixed, at his groin, the novel sight of a presenting male hypnotic to her. His nads drooped low in his sack, easily the size of a ripened apple apiece, and above, the tip of his shaft peeped out from their earlier foreplay. Compared to the colour of his coat, his scrotum and sheath stood out, darker against the grey fur that covered the rest of him. Slowly, she skulked towards him like a cat towards its prey, her eyes fixated on the parts between his legs that, he knew, she'd been drawn towards for at least the last week. As she approached, she slowed, reaching forward with her neck, but staying back far enough to not be committed to her perversion. Instead, she examined him, her gaze raking over his orbs and his pelvis, eyeing up his pocket and the emerging anatomy it contained.

"Don't be shy," he encouraged, his rumbling tone rolling softly over to her. "I know you're curious. You can touch." She swallowed, and inched closer, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed cautiously, a calm falling over her face as his musk hit her. He smirked as her expression morphed from anxious apprehension to serene contentment, realising not only that she liked what she smelled, but that she longed for it, and that she'd always long for it, every second she couldn't have him.

Her expression only became dreamier as she edged closer, closing her eyes to focus on his scent, breathing him in and savouring the hit like it was a rare, exotic fragrance. He'd seen mares less enthralled when they'd came across a perfume they simply had to buy; the unicorn practically drank in his thick, heady aroma, inhaling long and deep to fill her lungs to capacity.

When Twilight came into contact with his sack, she didn't kiss and lick at his prominent nuts like he'd expected. There were a few light pecks and half-hearted smooches, but for the most part, her lips remained parted just slightly as she dragged herself across his coin purse. Her muzzle grazed at his skin, the mare turning her head to rub her cheeks against his gems like she was trying to touch him - to feel him - with every part of her. She bathed in his masculinity, brushing against him from every angle as though to utterly mark herself with his smell.

She was an incorrigable, irreprable, insastiable cockslut, Ace realised. She was already cumbrained, and that was just a result of her seeing a pair of fat nuts. Her obvious obsession with his junk did as much to arouse him as her playing, his shaft hardening swiftly and rising up his belly, throbbing in time with his powerful heartbeat. He wasn't sure if she noticed with how taken she was by his twins; her muzzle made its way under his sack, her nose pressing as far back as she could to breathe the musk from its source, his nuts nearly covering her eyes.

The hot, slow gust against his taint made the stallion's eyes flutter, and he wondered for a moment if the unicorn was about to become very adventurous on her first time, but she didn't move. Her nose remained buried in his crotch, her exhalations continuing to brush at his strip as she let the weight and odour of his stones assail her. She'd gone from toying with him like a cat with catnip to soaking in his pervasive masculine charm, the closeness of her nose to his skin stimulating him whenever she breathed in or out, and coaxing a dribble of pre from his staff.

"Happy down there?" he asked, receiving a muffled, dreamy 'mm-hmm' that vibrated through his groin. "Why don't you try using your tongue?" There was a brief pause before he felt the tiniest of flicks, tepid traces by the tip of her tongue which gradually grew more bold. She swiped under his orbs, one after the other, cupping them on the surface of her muscle before she grew impatient and returned to lapping needily. He made sure to let out sighs and murmurs to encourage her, rewarding her daring with little pleasured sounds and being rewarded in turn by ever more exploratory slurping.

To his delight, he didn't even have to prompt her to run her tongue all the way up his scrotum; she dragged her surface between his nuts until she met fur, stopping to nuzzle against the softness and breathe in the concentrated musk that had saturated the hairs. She murmured as he stroked her mane approvingly, though when she tried to look up at him, she was met with the monumental piece he was weilding, her upcast eyes widening at first in surprise, and then in eager need. Even with her tongue still snaking lazily over and around his apples, her reaction was what made him grin, his stallionhood bobbing towards him with the carnal pride of knowing how much she wanted him.

"How do I taste?" he asked, stroking her head affectionately. The mare licked her lips, smiling in a way that still exuded coyness, in spite of how ecstatic she looked.

"Delicious," she answered. "It's like an aftertaste more than anything, but I just can't get enough. You smell so good, too. It's so thick, and heavy, and..." She breathed in again, closing her eyes as she sighed and smiled. "It's everything."

"Sounds like you can't get enough of me," he teased. "Maybe you need more of me to satisfy your hunger, little pony." With a dip and swivel of his hips, he brushed his ballsack against her chin, tipping her head towards his monolith. "Want to taste real stallion meat?"

If she cared about his heavy-handed suggestion, she didn't show it. The same dreamy expression that had fallen over her when she'd smelled him for the first time returned, and she continued her upwards voyage with her tongue, braving his sheath to get to the treasure he was offering her. Ace didn't need to exaggerate his husky sigh as she made contact, the wet, light glide up his underside igniting his nerves and leaving a wonderfully hot trail that tingled in her wake. She kept going, passing his medial ring and letting herself tip over his glans, tongue still lolling from her mouth in the curve it had formed to fit his shape. The descent down his pride wasn't as pleasurable, the back of her tongue failing to have quite the same effect, or be as flexible, but she more than made up for it with her return upwards.

She treated his pole like a popsicle, letting her tongue curl around the surface and swipe wherever her fancy took her, careful to collect all the flavour and indulge her own wants and curiosity. Like working with an ice lolly, she found herself catching drips on her way round, sweeping up whatever dribbles she came across, and the longer she played, the more there was for her. Before long, she had to pull back to swallow down the watery collection she accrued, unable to keep the entirety of his circumference clean no matter how swiftly she moved to mop up his cockdrool. Beleaguered by the flow, she raised her lips to his glans, noisily sucking down the pre as it pooled on his plateau and lapping up the remnants.

Despite her enthusiasm and her general competence, her attempt to take him into her mouth fell short. He could feel her jaw straining as the purple mare struggled to widen her maw enough to engulf him, her lips passing over his glans with no small amount of effort. He let her try for a bit, the front of her teeth pressing against his sensitive cockhead for a few moments before he eased her back. They could try that another time, and with better preparation.

"That was amazing," he complimented, her eyes glittering as he praised her. "But you've done all the work so far, and this is about you. Would you like to feel as good as you've just made me feel?" She nodded emphatically, her head jerking up and down so fast that her beaming, pearly smile was a blur. "Use your words."

"I'd like that very much," she told him, exictement brimming in her tone. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, ruffling her mane as he gently pushed her aside so he could slide off the bed and drop onto all fours.

"Lay your front half on the bed," he instructed her as he unbuckled and flipped open his saddlebags. "Keep your hindhooves on the floor, and get comfortable." He rummaged through his belongings, his hooves meeting a variety of objects he could identify purely from touch, their dimensions conjuring a complete image in his mind. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for, withdrawing his desired object from among his other paraphernalia. Before he closed the bags, he paused, and pulled out another couple of items. Easier to have them on hoof than to have to take a break to find them, he reasoned.

When he turned back to the bed, the unicorn was positioned as he'd hoped, following his words to the letter; her belly was resting against the bedsheets, her hindlegs keeping her body horizontally even, with good access to her hindquarters. She peaked back at him over her shoulder, her fuzzy purple face flushed red from primal desire and the beginner's nerves in presenting herself for a male.

"Like this?" she asked, trepidation and eagerness swirling in her tone, mixing and clashing as each vied for dominance. "Am I doing it right?"

"Nearly perfect," the pegasus assured her, guiding her legs a little further apart. She shuffled in little steps as he tapped at her cannons. Satisfied with her posture, the stallion gave the bar in his hooves a tug and a twist, extending it with a scrape and locking it with a click, and fastened the bands around Twilight's pasterns, securing the straps tightly enough to hold. "Try to move."

The links clinked and the bar rattled softly, but whichever way the unicorn moved, she didn't have more than a tenth of an inch in wiggle room. She tried again, to no effect.

"I can't." The same emotions circled in her voice, but more sharply.

"Is it uncomfortable? Painful?"

"No."

"Good." He shifted his attention upwards, raising his gaze up her shapely legs to her rounded rear. Leaning in close, he let his muzzle drift through the strands of her tail, deliberately exhaling in long, breathy huffs. She shivered, and even with an obstacle in the way, he could smell just how ready she was.

"What do you think I'm going to do now?"

There wasn't an answer for several seconds, the silence laden with the inexperienced indecision pressing down on her. He passed the time kissing delicately up her leg.

"You're going to give me oral, aren't you?"

"Maybe," he hummed. "Would you like me to?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes please."

"Tell me exactly what you want from me."

"I want you to...to pleasure me with your tongue." She paused, hoping that was enough. "To do more? To use your lips and tongue on my vagina. To...um...do oral?" She huffed needily. "Please, give me cunnilingus. I need it. Please."

Ace smirked at her plea, her base desires battling to break out of the constraint of her awkward, nerdy, virginal demeanour. He'd need to amend that.

"I have a better idea," he opined, planting a final firm kiss on one of her buttocks. "How about instead of providing cunnilingus, I tonguefuck your cunt?" A gasp met his ears, and her legs tried to pull together, stopped by the spreader bar. Oh, she liked that! He grinned, and pressed on.

"I don't want to 'please you with my mouth' - I want to take you to heaven and back, leaving your body a thrashing wreck while I take your mind on a spiritual journey to the stars. I don't want to 'give you oral' - I want to eat your pussy until you're screaming my name and drowning me in your girlcum. I don't want to 'lick your vagina' - I want to taste you thick and full, to absolutely reek of your scent so that everypony who walks by knows that I've rocked your world, to explore you so thoroughly that I could draw a map of your twat."

He slapped a hoof against her rump, careful to avoid hurting her. She squeaked in surprise, her backside trembling and gyrating in response to the unannounced impact.

"That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna eat you out until I'm saturated in your love and I can't properly speak, and then I'm gonna fuck you into the bed. I'll probably need to gag you so the town doesn't hear you being split in two by an absolute stud, but I think you'll like that, won't you? I think you'll like me adding new toys with every climax I wring out from you, until you're a boneless puddle who can barely remember how to talk."

When he paused, she was huffing, her breaths hot and heavy. "That's what's gonna happen. Do you want that?"

"Yes!" she breathed, her voice husky.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Eat my pussy!" she cried, trying to thrust herself back. "Shove your face in between my legs and make me cum so hard I forget my own name!"

Ace was glad to hear her submit to her desires; he'd been growing impatient, his own lust burning like an inferno inside him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could've kept the lapping flames at bay. He brushed aside her tail forcefully, and was hit by the rolling cloud of musk exuding from her nethers, practically slapping him with how thick it was. With the only barrier between him and her crotch removed, the heat that had been trapped radiated outwards, hitting him like the billow from a steam room he'd just opened. Leaning in and extending his tongue, he brought himself to her glistening, needy muff, feeling how dense the air near her was just from proximity.

His first lick was simple and smooth, a broad drag up the cleft of her vulva to touch at as much of her as he could. His tastebuds erupted in bursts of flavour, her rich sourness flooding his tongue with such vividness he instinctively arched his back a little, the intensity passing through him like a happy shrug. Instead of delving into her tunnel, he grazed past the narrowing of her labia, running his tongue up and down as she'd done to him, though - he hoped - with much more skill begot by his experience.

Her hindlegs may have been bound, but Twilight made use of all the movement she could manage to shove herself into his encroaching muzzle, her gyrations smearing her need across his chin. He couldn't ignore her scent as it was, but with his nose pressed against her vulva, her arousal was inescapable, drifting through his nasal without any effort on his part and permeating his senses. The more time he spent near her, the warmer he felt, and the more he understood her need to be ravaged thoroughly.

The pegasus' tongue wound its way around her gate, trailing her thick, elastic lips with a dedicated precision, mapping her shape and feel to memory while his brain was still partly unclouded with lust. He circled her several times, tasting and teasing the wiggling unicorn with the minimum of actual contact on his part, drinking in her smell and flavour without brushing her sodden flesh. That would come later, but for now, he was focused on exploring her body and letting her feel what it was like to be touched in places other stallions might ignore.

Then he brushed her clit.

He would've said he didn't mean to, but he wasn't entirely sure that he didn't; his mind was hazy, urging him to do more than tread water, and it wasn't like a momentary lapse of restraint wouldn't allow his tongue to dip up and graze the protruding bud. The purple mare gasped loudly, a tremble passing through her that was impossible to ignore, and the stallion mentally shrugged and focused on her bundle, the line already having been crossed. Enclosing her nub in between his lips, he suckled softly, his tongue tip tenderly touching at her sensitive organ.

Twilight's whimpers transformed immediately into gasps and pleas, huffing and whining as he assailed her in ways she'd only ever been able to fantasise about before. She huffed and whinnied, straining against the restraints fruitlessly, trying to push back against him to no avail. He moved with her, his head ducking and weaving in time to her sporadic, impulsive movements, maintaining his seal around her bud and lavishing it with an endless barrage of flicks and swipes. The unicorn's voice rose, climbing and diving in pitch and intensity responsively to his touches and ministrations, her quivering becoming more urgent the more he toyed with her.

The wail came from nowhere, peaking as suddenly as she did and giving him only a few seconds of warning before she convulsed. Her marehood winked, squeezing around nothing as her clit pulsed and throbbed and her rump flailed wildly, marking his muzzle with the fresh juices her orgasm had produced. He slowly pulled back, easing off his stimulation and taking in the sight of her shaking ass and trembling hindlegs from further back, holding her tail aside to keep the view clear. Her bucking slowed, reducing to a few erratic jerks, and her voice lowered to a rugged murmur. Grinning, he let go of her tail and reached over to the small pile of items he'd left in easy reach.

"W-wow," the mare managed at last, her words breathy and interspersed with deep inhales. "That was...so much more intense."

"It hits different when somepony else does it for you, doesn't it?" the pegasus observed, leaning onto the bed next to the mare. She glanced over at him, until he gently directed her head forward with a wing. "Stay still for me, okay? Let me know if it's too tight, or if you want me to stop at any point." Carefully, he lowered the folded cloth over her eyes and wrapped it behind her head, dutifully moving her mane out of the way as he did so, and tied a sturdy knot that would keep it in place but would enable him to loosen it without any difficulty. Giving it a gentle tug to test its suitability, he pulled back. "How is it?"

"It's dark," she informed him, stating the obvious so innocently that he couldn't help but grin. "It's not too tight, it feels secure, and I can't see anything. Is that how it's supposed to work?"

"Exactly how it's supposed to work," Ace assured her. "And how do you feel? Excited?" From the way she wiggled at his comment, he already had the answer to his question.

"Just a little," she lied, her swishing tail and swaying hips conveying just how into it she really was. "What should I be excited for?"

Ace didn't respond, leaving her question in the air as he slunk down the bed, planting teasing kisses along the side of her barrel as he did so, finishing with a peck to her stifle before stepping back into place behind her. She could guess what he was doing by that point, undoubtedly, but he refused to rush, breathing hotly against the inside of her leg and tracing his tongue across her coat, ignoring how dry and rough it was compared to her skin. When he reached her trove, he didn't hesitate to dig in, moving past her lips and reaching inside her.

Twilight cooed as he swiped at her glistening flesh, smoothly gliding from one side to the other without lifting from her surface, following her contours with an eager dedication. The stallion tilted his head to give himself reach, extending his tongue as far as he could into her passage and flitting over the subtle bumps of her walls. He slid his way up to the roof of her cunny where her width was narrowest, gliding vertically between her satin sides, and broadened his tongue to caress the floor of her canal, snaking smoothly down her drenched estuary until his chin was pressed against her clit and he had no more tongue to probe her with. Her cadence jumped as he touched the sensitive parts of her, a clench corresponding to her heightened pitch and soft stuttering as he brushed and wiggled.

Ace pressed down on her butt with a hoof, the silkiness of her coat unable to hide the suppleness of her flesh, providing the ideal amount of squish before he met the muscle underneath. Rubbing in slow circles, he kneaded her cheek attentively, firm enough to feel the shifting details of her body, but soft enough to not distract her from the main attraction that was his oral ministrations. She moved as much as her restraints would let her, wiggling her behind to brush against his mouth, trying to gain the smallest amounts of additional pleasure she could from him, and for her efforts, the pegasus lifted his hoof a couple of inches and brought it down on her ass. She gasped, her pause giving him time to focus on her delta before she resumed her movements.

Whenever the shifts and gyrations interrupted his access to her folds, the stallion swatted her rump, letting the soft impact steady her so he could return to his task of tasting her. She shivered, a ripple running down her legs and back up in response to his loving discipline, and held still for a few seconds before her twitches returned, and then the pleasure became far too much for her to resist grinding needily against his muzzle, and the pattern would repeat. Soon, even his light spanks proved to be inefficient, his tongue too talented to compel her to control herself; even with his hoof clapping more insistently against her rear, she persisted throughout her shivers and shudders, her back arching even as she followed his tongue's wandering path with her nethers, secretions of her excitement intermittently beading and dribbling over her glazed lips.

Abandoning her rump after several more circling gropes, Ace wound the mare's tail around his hoof, grasping the bunched hair firmly like he had her on a rein or a leash, and pulled her towards him, his mouth seeking out her nub again. He laid into her, letting his lower lip flex against her engorged bundle of nerves while his tongue jabbed between her gate, sweeping aimlessly and insistently over her folds without the lurching reactions of the mare interrupting his pace. Whenever she tried to shift herself, he reminded her where she needed to be, controlling her impulsive jerks and thrusts with an authoritative yank of her tail, the tug on her dock sending just enough of a shock through her to compel her compliance.

He was more prepared for her sudden climax this time, the rapid rise of her tone and the shaking of her hindlegs alerting him to her peak just before it hit. Taking advantage of the fleeting second of preparation, Ace pulled back and gasped in a full lungful of air - inhaling a body-shuddering amount of her dense aroma in the process - before diving back to attack her throbbing, engorged clit. He tongued it furiously, flicking his muscle in a blur over her bean until her squeaks transitioned into a scream that broke into stuttered squeaks again, and splashes struck his muzzle. He flattened his tongue and jerked his head side-to-side, motorboating her gate with a practiced balance of precision and speed, grazing her labial lips with his nose and her bump with his extended tongue. The mare floundered, rolling her hips against his spectacular, welcome assault, grinding urgently against his face with animalistic intensity and need.

Ace let her undulations shudder out, refusing to stop his selfish indulgence. As the purple pony's instinctive rolls and thrusts gave way to spasms and trembles, he curved his tongue into her channel, swiping up the trickles and dribbles she'd produced. Every coo and whimper, every squeak and stutter, every involuntary clench against his intruding organ was his doing, and he consumed the satisfaction that brought him as eagerly as he swallowed down the thin helpings of honey she'd let loose - squeezed out at his behest. It tasted just as sweet as her nectar, too.

"Y-yellow," Twilight called out breathlessly, forcing the word from her dry throat. Ace pulled back, her taste thick in his mouth and her smell pervasive in his nose. Licking his lips, he gathered as much from his drenched fur as he could.

"Too much?" he asked.

"B-br-breathing," she huffed, her inhales heavy and rapid, her body shaking with the effort.

"Slow," he told her, rubbing her hock comfortingly. "Slow and deep." He let his hoof trail over her gaskin and brush against her stifle, easing her into a calmer state.

"Better," she huffed, her voice raspy and her respiration still heavy. It was still an improvement though, and Ace reached for his pile of useful objects, using both hooves to fiddle with a square foil packet. It took a little bit of fiddling, but with a chomp of his teeth, a tear, and some wrangling with his hooves, he managed to remove the latex sheath and roll it awkwardly down his recently neglected pride. He only fumbled a few times, which he dismissed as an acceptable margin of error; the only time he'd used them before was when he was practicing for today, after all.

The other three items he grabbed, he was far more familiar with. The first he managed to slide over both his latex and natural sheath to where his pride joined to his body, adjusting the tightness so it rested snug around his girth. The second and third he slid over the mattress beside his unicorn partner, her ears perking up at the smoothly travelling glide, and she turned towards it futilely.

"Beside you is a bell," the stallion informed her. "Reach out with your magic and ring it." There was a moment of silence before the pitch-shifted buzz signalled that the unicorn was channeling magic through her horn. A second later, a confident ding! rang out, and Ace reached for the bell to move it away. "And again." Once more, Twilight rang the bell, quicker this time, and even quicker when Ace made her do it again. He repeated the test until he knew she wouldn't have any trouble finding it if she needed to. "Do you know when to ring the bell?"

"If I want you to stop?"

"Precisely." His hoof trailed along her croup, caressing her dock softly. With a final soft pat, he reared up slowly, keeping to an easy, steady pace, as much to keep the unicorn calm as to relish what he was doing. His barrel brushed over her back, the stallion spreading his weight between his forehooves and resting enough on the mare to establish his presence, letting her feel him atop her. Her tail flicked reflexively between his legs, whipping harmlessly against his gaskins. Every minute movement she made - every twitch and shuffle and the little rises and falls as she breathed - was a reaction to him, and he focused on those details about her; the way her coat felt against his belly, the way her barrel swelled as she breathed in anticipation of his next move, and the way she let out involuntary nickers, quiet and hushed, at his commanding presence.

His bluntness bumped against her lips, too high to slip into her. Even through the latex barrier, he could feel the heat radiating from her gate, warming him as he remained pressed against her teardrop. Reaching back with a hoof, Ace eased his stiffness down, angling it down towards her entrance. Twilight let out a long, thin breath as he grazed her exposed inner flesh, his crown kissing her waiting, beckoning delta as he nestled into position. She wiggled within the constraints, trying to coax him inside her, and he waited, letting her feel the futility of her attempt, emphasising his power over her.

"Is there something you want?" the pegasus asked, kissing her neck as he spoke. "Something I can do for you?"

"Please stick it in," she whimpered, cooing at the tender trail of kisses towards her ear. "I can't wait any longer!"

"Why not?" he asked, nibbling her ear softly, catching it as it flicked at the brush of his lips. "What happens if I make you wait? Which I absolutely can, if I want."

"Because I need it!" she whined. "Please, I've been waiting all week for this!"

"But you've already finished twice. Isn't that enough?"

"No!"

"It's not enough? What a greedy mare."

"I need more than just your mouth! I need...stick that huge c-cock in me!"

"That sounded like a demand. I don't do demands."

"P-please, rut me like a mare in heat! Make me cum all over your thick, throbbing dick! I need you to plow me like a toy! Please please fuck me!"

Ace drank in the sound of her gasp as he pushed into her, her body well and truly ready for him by the time he sank into her depths. Her cunny welcome his member, lubed and spread for him, her walls slick and soft to the touch. When she squeezed down, it only served to drag him further inside, the tightness of her grip surpassed by the rigidity of his pride. With a light tap of his heavy jewels against her bump, he sheathed himself fully inside her, the slow, single glide sufficient to feed her every inch he had to offer.

"Wow," he murmured, letting her gasp fade in and out of a whine. "You managed to take the whole thing? Not many mares can do that all in one go." He kissed her cheek, following it with a lick, and then another kiss. "And on your first time, too. What a special mare you are, Twilight Sparkle."

"Are you going to move now?" she asked, impatience lacing her question, though her tone remained soft and needy.

"Of course," he assured her. "After you answer me a question."

"A question?" she repeated, sounding equal parts curious and dismayed. His response was a line of smooches up and down her neck, from her crest to her withers and back again. He denied her clarification until the anticipation had built up just enough, the optimal level to maximise both their satisfaction.

"How does it feel to be stuffed by a real stallion?" the pegasus asked at last. "To have a real cock slide up your snatch? To get off from a genuine flesh-and-blood dick spreading you wide and filling you all the way up?"

"It feels amazing," the unicorn replied immediately. "So much more responsive, and alive, and an upgrade in every way. I bet it'll feel even better when you rut me into the bed."

"I'll gladly do that, but it feels like I'm no more than another one of your toys. What do you say to the first stallion to take you? The first one to show you what being a mare truly is?"

"...thank you?"

"You don't sound very sure. Maybe I shouldn't move...like one of your toys."

"What? No no no no!" She tried to thrust back against him to no avail, his weight holding her in place and her legs immobile within the spreader bar. "Thank you for claiming me! I really needed a strong stallion to mount me, to make me his mare, and I'm so glad it was you! Now please, please show me more!"

Ace bit down gently on her neck as he rolled his hips, sliding a few inches in and out of her steadily, giving her a little of what she wanted. Twilighted whined again, huffing at the pinch against her skin and the shift of the girth inside her, the smooth, tepid movements brushing her sensitive spots. Gradually, he accelerated, widening the swing of his rotation to slip more and more of himself in and out of her clamping cunny, keeping his rhythm consistent. He was sure she appreciated the mathematics of it, if she was in any state of mind to consider how he kept the same time between his thrusts while the length of his thrusts increased. Knowing the unicorn, she'd probably at least give it some thought later.

"I love how tight and wet you are," he murmured to her, keeping his tone gravelly. "The way you squeeze around my cock as I drive myself into you is sublime, and the fact that I can slide into you regardless of how much you clench because you're so slippery is just..." He finished the sentence with a sigh, expressing his satisfaction through sound rather than words, and letting the hotness of his breath pass over her skin. "But you know what the best part of rutting you is?" He waited, letting the silence linger for a few brief seconds before she answered him.

"W-what?" she asked, panting the word to him, lifting her head just a little and tilting to hear what he had to say.

"It's how pure you are," the pegasus answered. "You have an amazing body, you're smart, you're beautiful, and you're shy and sweet enough to melt the heart of the world's cruelest tyrant. You're everything a guy wants, and I get to be the first one to get this close to you. I get to be the first one to introduce you to marehood, and to experience you as a sweet, innocent filly."

"I-innocent?" she asked, huffing the word, sounding amused. "You really think that I'm innocent a-after all of th-this?"

"This? What's 'this'? What are we doing right now?"

"W-we're having sex?"

"No," he laughed. "You're blindfolded, there's a bar keeping your legs apart, and you're taking a huge, throbbing fuckstick up your twat, begging me for more. That's not sex; you're being claimed." He growled lowly in her ear, nipping it softly. She cooed and hummed at the attention, shivering at his assertion. "You're still innocent, and it's adorable. Fucking someone as pure, sweet, and innocent as you is heavenly, and I'm drunk on the sensation of sliding into your virginal passage."

His words were compounded by his hastening pace, his groin bumping against her rear faster and with more force, his balls swinging against her labia with increasingly weighty taps. His smooth, steady strokes became more insistent, using her body to halt his inertia rather than slowing down pre-emptively. He was still moderate in his pace and rhythm, but he let her feel the more primal, selfish side of him, showing her what it meant to have a stallion crave and use her. Within a minute, she was clenching against his intrusion, trying even harder to keep him inside her, her contracting cave wringing him ever more needily and strongly, her efforts growing faster and firmer, until she peaked again. He didn't stop, thrusting into her spasming depths as she was assailed by her climax, whining and groaning helplessly and longingly.

When Twilight's whimpers transitioned into heavy panting, the stallion slowed to a halt, sheathing himself in her canal and basking in the lazy, latent squeezes he received, letting the stimulation run through his cock as he reached for another of the items on the bed. Picking it up, he leaned forward, reaching around the mare to hold it from both sides.

"Check your bell again," he ordered, a ting ringing out a couple of seconds later. "Good. I think you're ready for the next step." She could obviously feel that he was holding something below her chin, since she glanced down instinctually, even if she couldn't see anything past the blindfold.

"What's the next step?" she asked, sounding excited and curious, the nervousness she'd started their session with absent from her question.

"I warned you that you'd be letting the neighbours know what we were up to," Ace explained. "And I'm planning to do things that will definitely make that true. To save your privacy, I'm going to need to keep you quiet while we do that, and that means..." He brought the item up to her muzzle, brushing the plastic against her lips teasingly. "Open wide." She did so, but Ace didn't move from his position. "Do you want to be gagged, Twilight?"

"Y-yes," she admitted.

"Then ask properly. Say; please gag my pretty little mouth, Aerial Ace."

"Please gag my pretty little mouth, Aerial Ace," she repeated, a giddy lilt emerging in her tone.

"Good girl." He kissed at the base of her ear, her triangle flicking happily at his touch. Pulling the ball into her mouth until it was nestled comfortably between her teeth, he brought the straps around to the back of her head and fastened the gag in place, making sure it didn't slip. "Is this comfy?" he asked after a quick minute of checking it over. "Ting the bell once for 'too loose', twice for 'too tight', and three times for 'just fine'." Immediately, the bell chimed three times in quick succession, and he grinned to himself. "Then we're ready to go. Just remember the bell's there if you need it." He received a nod from her, confirming she understood.

The pegasus started with gyrations against the mare, grinding his groin against hers while peppering her neck with kisses and smooches, interspersing nicks and nips in between the almost tepid touch of his tongue and lips. She groaned and whined at the gentle stimulation, which was just enough to rile her up, but not enough to build up that electric rush he'd gotten her used to already. He murmured sweet words to her, praising her behaviour and telling her that she was such a good girl, such a pretty unicorn, and an absolutely amazing mare, knowing that his attestations only stirred up her lust and her receptivity to him.

He upped the pace, slipping halfway out with every thrust to give her something suitable to quench her thirst. His medial ring rubbed against her lips with every backwards glide and every inwards shove, the sawing of his hips giving the mare more to huff about around the barrier in her maw, her rump pushing back against him to try and stuff him deeper inside her. Sensing she was growing restless - as he'd hoped - the stallion reached back with a hoof to his crotch, fumbling awkwardly around his junk for the relatively tiny point he was lookking for. After a lot of searching, and a reduced consistency in his rotations, he finally found it.

The bullet vibe buzzed to life, the skin of his scrotum tingling from the contact. He fought back a pleasured hiss and worked his hips a few times, falling back into the rhythm he'd had going before. Establishing a consistent flex, he focused on moving properly, pushing the demanding vibration to the back of his mind and gliding in and out of the unicorn in long, languid strokes, pausing after every forward thrust to let the toy rest against her nub. The gag didn't stifle her whines fully, the muffled moans and semi-squeals pushing past the obstruction to reach his ears, but even if she'd been totally silenced, he'd still be able to hear her through the rumbling of her back against his chest, the vibrations in her throat registering to him clearer than the sounds she produced.

Her tone rose and fell in time with his thrusts, so consistent he could make a graph of her pleasure, showing her when he slid all the way in and held the thrumming toy against her clit just from her voice's crescendos and falls. Her noises were musical, the squeals and flurries of huffs serving as ballads to his skill, and he basked in the wordless praise, letting it fuel his satisfaction and arousal. She moaned and whimpered because of him, because he was making her feel things far too intense to stay quiet about, and every time she sang out, it was because of what he was doing to her. When she screamed and her body tensed, that was his doing too, something he revelled in as he continued his lengthy delves into her passage.

Between the stimulation centred against his nuts, the shifting gyrations of the mare, and the vocalisations she was able to make - the ones he'd permitted her to make - Ace was stirred up to a frenzy, holding back out of a good sense of discipline. With how many climaxes he'd already put her through, her body wringing him towards that inexorable end, the desensitisation the condom provided staving off his own orgasm, which was a saving grace for both of them; he was sure she didn't mind him being able to go longer for her, especially not her first time. Now, though, he'd treated her generously, and he wanted to indulge his own needs. Leaning in and biting down on the side of her neck, he did exactly that, shortening his thrusts and hastening his speed, ramming her more roughly.

The stallion's coarse grunts mixed with Twilight's constrained delighted squeals and groans, her breathy, strained wails and screams forming a lewd duet with his own carnal voice. He rutted her in swift thrusts, bashing his groin against her ass and stuffing himself into her welcoming pocket in sharp stabs. His breath ran hot against her skin, as fast and rough as his rocking, subjecting all of her to his passion. He bit, nibbled, growled, and most of all, used her marehood like he owned her, all while she writhed and trembled and tried to press herself against him more, their shared ecstasy cascading in a barreling feedback loop. They moved more urgently, demanding more from one another, desperate to reach an impossible height that called out to them.

"I'm nearly there," Ace told her, exhaling the words into her ear. "You're so tight I just can't hold back. I'm gonna cum so hard because of you." He nibbled at her ear, carefully nipping with extra caution, his movements less steady than he'd usually pride himself on. Down below, his shaft pulsed and swelled, his tip flaring as the roiling pressure rose, his nuts growing fuzzy as the pleasure mounted and the thick load brewing in them bubbled up. "Fuck...H-here it comes! Fuck! Twilight!" He threw her name out there, pressing his muzzle against her cheek so she could feel as well as hear the groans and grunts leaving his mouth.

The buzz against his jewels faded into a background sensation as the liquid heat roared through him, his orbs lifting toward his groin to shorten the journey his load had to take. His cock flexed, widening in the unicorn's tight passage and forcing her to accept even more of his masculinity. His hindlegs tensed, his hips rolling in tiny circles out of instinct, but he remained still, content to remain buried in her tight, pleading grip, the soft walls clamping down firmly around his adamantium pole, letting out nonsense and curses as the chaotic rush swirled and whipped around his body, assailing his nerves and interrupting his thoughts with flashes and pulses.

Beneath him, the unicorn screamed around the gag, the extra girth and the return of the vibe against her bundle of nerves sending her rocketing into a heavenly release. She trembled and spasmed, every muscle in her body trying to interpret the explosion of signals they were receiving, milking the throbbing, burning rod inside her mercilessly, desperate to receive the searing flood that ought to be hers. The two ponies tensed and shuddered, squeezed and strained, and finally began descending from their envious high.

Ace reached back and fiddled for several seconds with the vibe before he managed to turn it off, his brain too dazed to properly register that it'd been stimulating him long after he'd stopped responding to it. The involuntary reactions from his own member, however, persisted, and he winced as he tried to pull out, his flare dragging through the sporadically-clenching clunge he'd ensconced himself within. Taking deep breaths, he focused on Twilight, trying to ignore the ongoing feedback and the hazy feeling remaining in parts of his body. First, he loosend the gag and removed it from her mouth, making sure she could breathe, followed by the blindfold. Even with both of those gone, she didn't move, heaving in deep lungfuls with her head slumped onto the sheets, her sweat-matted mane and mussed fur giving her a delightfully dishevelled appearance that somehow looked even more perfect on a bookworm like herself. Her general glow of deep contentment and the smile that was recognisable amidst her red-hued face and exhausted gasping was gorgeous, and if he hadn't already spent himself on her, such a sight would've made him want to take her then and there.

The grey stallion had cleared away the toys when she came to, groaning as he lifted her rear end onto the bed while he released her from the spreader bar. She turned her head to him, watching the last of the objects disappear into his saddlebags and seeing him turn his attention back to her.

"Do you want to do a questionnaire now?" Ace teased, joining her on the bed and stroking a hoof tenderly across her damp body. "Satisfaction from 1-10?"

"I only need one question answered," she responded with a chuckle. "Are we going to do this again?"

"If you want to, definitely," he told her, smiling down at her slowly-recovering form. "I really enjoyed doing this, and I meant it when I said being your first was an amazing experience. Thank you."

"Thank you," she returned, beaming at him happily. "I know I said I might want to try fellatio after we finished, but I don't think I'm in the right state at the moment. Can we just cuddle instead?"

"Of course."

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he laughed. "You don't owe me a blowjob, Twilight. Besides, you've already done a lot today. Let's just make you feel warm and cozy, okay?" He pushed her onto her side and wiggled up behind her, ensnaring her in his limbs. "You beautiful, wonderful, loveable pony." His lips danced across her neck and the back of her head again, his nose meeting the wetness of her coat and mane. He'd really worn her out. Another pang of pride pulsed inside him, and he felt a smirk tugging at his muzzle. "I think we should cuddle, then we can shower together so you don't go around reeking like me. Can't have the whole town knowing I made a mare out of you, can we?"

She giggled sheepishly, blushing adorably at his cocky statement, and he pulled her closer, smooching and cuddling her, and whispering what a good girl she was while she closed her eyes and relaxed, her breathing deepening into a slow, happy rhythm, and the pegasus joined in, closing his eyes as he held her. He was a normal stallion, and not especially prone to bouts of self-grandeur, but he could make an exception for today. Normally, he got on with his life and did as well as he could.

Today? Today he was an absolute winner.