Fulfilling Pinkie's Dream

Twilight gasped and dropped the clipboard from her aura as his tongue, coiling from front to back along its slightly waxy surface, sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body.

Twilight turned her head in to face him, eyes closed and bathed in his scent and pheromones; his warm and powerful preference. Her fragile defenses instantly shattered, she whispered the dearest wish upon her heart; the words she’d been trying to put off all night in a futile attempt at chivalry.

“Do what you will with me, Triton!” she begged him as the first fresh sparks of passion flew off her horn.

He smiled Twilight felt his lips brush softly against hers, smelling his sweet Bat-Pony breath before resting his forehooves on her shoulders and drawing her into a prench kiss, his versatile member guiding her along, putting her through her paces.

She needed only to submit to his every whim and fancy like the prey that she was to him. To let him break her in like no mere stuck up, snobby, passive-minded and hopelessly mediocre Unicorn stallion with an elementary grasp of magical theory ever could! May the Goddesses forgive me, no pony could ever give me this… exhilaration!

The heady rush of belonging to the stranger from the East was a more potent rush than Twilight had ever experienced but It wasn’t nearly enough and Triton seemed to agree, separating himself for her and applying gentle pressure against her breastplate until she was lying supine beneath him, his bathood dripping onto her stomach. He ground its length happily between her less notable but still prominent belly breasts as the pair tongue wrestled, deeply honored that her mare mounds met his approval. The sensual length of his chiropteran tongue squishing noisily inside of her maw, she moaned, needing ever more of him inside of her, savoring the feeling of being dominated by the powerful male.

Her technique was rusty but far from amateur, having years of experience with her brother. Still, she was more than happy to let him restrain her tongue fully, wrapping it a full three times with his own and holding it in place all the while massaging her diminutive pink member.

Her hips bucked reflexively like he was already inside her, trying to pull him in deeper. She knew he wasn’t, but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t ever remember feeling so turned on since the throes of her last heat; the patch of warmth on her cheeks grew and spread as her whole body began to warm like fields of grass come the arrival of her mentor’s sunrise.

The Unicorn’s ears twitched toward the sound of Pinkie talking from outside her field of view. “Twilight, I knew you had it in ya!” she called out, and Twilight dimly realized that by the wet squishing sounds, Pinkie sounded as if she were getting lucky herself!

“Oh well! Something fun for me to watch at any rate! Drill her good, batty! But save some for meeee!” There was then silence from Pinkie, followed by the sight of the Earth Pony dragging a lawn chair into Twilight’s field of view, giving her fillyfriend a wave which she caught out of the corner of her eye.

Twilight could just see Pinkie begin grinding a hoof hard against her dripping marehood as she and Triton continued their foreplay, which was better than any she had ever had before! Every nip of his pointed teeth was exquisite; every brush of his long tongue divine. It had already progressed to the pair of them on the ground, the Thestral pinning Twilight down beneath his powerful stomach and legs, her horn bright aglow and throwing off sensual sparks at the rate of several every second, further enhancing her excitement and announcing her need to not just to him but the world at large.

So lost in her passions she couldn’t even focus enough for a minor spell, the entrapment only deepened Twilight’s sense of submission and building arousal. A pool of spice-tinged love juice continued to grow between the Unicorn’s thighs; the erotic heat and woody scent of his long, throbbing bathood soaking into her coat and stoking her inner furnace further until it was blazing into a raging inferno.

A heat of passion and pure sensation so intense, in fact, that she couldn’t remember feeling it since —

“Oh, shoot!” Pinkie cried out. “Twilight?”

She opened an eye to peek out at Pinkie and give her the stink eye. As nice as it was to have her marefriend giving her moral support while she was about to be claimed by a tall, handsome and all-around hunky stallion, interrupting her with queries was not at all welcome at that moment.

“Not… now…” she just managed around breathless kisses of her new mate.

“Hey! I’m serious! Now hang on a minute, you two!” She sniffed the air around her, becoming visibly more agitated.

The pair finally reluctantly separated from each other, a string of spit still connecting the spot they’d disengaged from each other’s eager mouths. The pair looked stunned as if coming momentarily out of a trance, their eyes still locked with each other’s, finding in them a mate and match they’d never even thought existed before.

Despite her continuing hunger for him, Twilight tore herself away from his soulful eyes and looked at Pinkie. “Now, Pinkie. You told him to do it, remember? I have every intention of sharing him with you! I just… I don’t think you should be having a foal yet. So… I’m doing this for your own good!”

Pinkie shook her head, looking slightly panicked. She appeared to be repeating a series of Pinkie twitches with her ears, legs and tail as if working out an equation only Pinkie could calculate. “Twilight, I really don’t think this is such a good idea. I’m not certain I’m the pony that signal was intended for! I’m still working out this sequence — it’s super-complicated, trust me! I don’t know the answer yet, but you’re taking a very huuuge risk!”

Is she still on this? I already told her I’m fine! “You weren’t saying that just a minute ago! You told him to help himself… twice, actually! But now you’re — Ah!” she exclaimed as Triton silenced the debate by attacking at her exposed ear, which turned to face him after she turned her head, grinding his tongue in deep as Twilight whooped with delight, his muffled slurps and heavy breathing echoing wetly and turning her on even harder. At the rate he was going, she realized, he might bring her to climax from the auditory sensations alone!

But after bringing her close, he backed off. Dazed, she turned her gaze back to Triton, giving him what she hoped to be a very alluring smile, her ears flopped submissively. Words failed her utterly at the sight of the wild, unrestrained masculinity of the breeder Bat Pony standing over her, claiming her body and soul. Eying his massive erection, oozing white from the tip, she vowed then and there that she was going to write a thoroughly exhaustive report on at least one beautiful and exotic specimen and its capabilities atop the wet, grassy hill that night!

Twilight winked up at him, spreading her hind legs for him and peeling back at her dripping lips with her purple aura. “So, Triton...Interested in helping me with my… research?”

In response, Triton smiled and lined himself up with her marehood, Twilight having more than enough experience with Equestrian clopfiction to know what he was playing to do, obligingly locking her hind legs firmly behind his back.

Licking his lips hungrily, his eyes mere inches from hers, he pushed his oversized bathood into her dripping purple entrance, expanding it slowly as she gradually engulfed his tapered tip. Twilight gave a moment’s thankful thought that, as overly large as he was, his shape made the process of filling her far less initially uncomfortable than might have been the case with the larger heads common to most stallions, given how long it had been since she was last with one. It was with only the slightest of stretching that she gobbled the rest of his head; his meaty shaft sliding into her depths comfortably.

Twilight cooed at him lovingly, thinking back to one particularly memorable line from one of her novels. “You are the first stallion to back into my stall, Triton! You’re a big stud but I’ve got plenty of room to accommodate you! Why don’t you make yourself at home?” she asked, patting her belly suggestively.

His hungry gaze glittered as he spoke in his own language again. “Obiecuję zachować szczególną ostrożność!”

She didn’t know the words, but his blue eyes burned with arcane fire, giving a fang-toothed smile before driving his hips forward in the first of many powerful thrusts.

“Oh, I can’t watch!” Twilight heard Pinkie say even as she cried out in delight, savoring the sensation of the Thestral stallion driving himself roughly into her. Her eyes watered, legs trembling as her orgasm quickly began to build from his presence within her alone. She could feel each individual pleasure bump lining her inner walls cry out in bliss from the sensual contact; feel even curve of his shaft and every vein of its slickened surface. She’d promised him all the room he’d need but he was growing ever larger inside of her, feeding off her Unicorn mating magic and stretching her more and more.

She gazed lovingly into his eyes; so foreign and so beautiful. “More! Give it all to me, Triton! By Celestia’s sun, I swear I can fit all of you!

“I can’t believe it! All this time, I was wrong!” Twilight heard Pinkie call out again from the lawn chair. “Now I get it! That signal I picked up wasn’t meant for me… it was meant for Twilight the entire time! And Pinkie Sense made it happen to her… again! All because I lured him in! And I asked Twilight to help me and now I’m responsible for this! Look what my giant ears have done to my friend!” She gave a very Rarity-like cry of dismay.

Oh Pinkie, it’s not true! Twilight wanted to call back to her but she was having difficulty forming words, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she looked reverently at the gorgeous Alpha, her nocturnal hunter that had flown for untold miles to deliver his seed into her aching, needy womb. She felt a trickle of her own drool roll down the left side of her face — a meaningless detail compared to the sweet friction her lover provided. Who cared what her friend’s Pinkie Sense was doing anyway? All that mattered was what the Thestral was doing to her and that he never stopped doing it!

Triton gave a pleasured hiss, halting in his efforts and withdrawing himself the entire way, leaving Twilight in a momentary state of panic. Why had he stopped? Was he going to leave her like this? The cool night air rushed into her slick, gaping orifice giving Twilight a chill that settled into her bones. If this was Tartarus, laying back waiting for a climax that may never come, she wished never to visit for any length of time! She whined needily but Triton was unmoved, his eyes closed and his dripping stallion meat creating a small puddle atop Twilight belly. He appeared to be in a trance, his eyes closed, mouth open wide, and breathing shallow.

After what seemed like an eternity but she later realized was probably no longer than ten seconds, he opened his eyes, his intent, predatory gaze giving Twilight a sudden thrill of danger and anticipation. It’s like I’m a juicy steak to him! And... I want him to eat me! Twilight instinctively bore his neck to him, her forelegs spread out atop the tarp in full submission.

Her eyes closed, trembling with anticipation as she sensed him draw closer. The cool dew of the late-night hours coating her body and chilling her, she felt it: a firm but gentle bite to her neck, quickly followed by several more. As they continued to rain down on her, Twilight felt a warm trickle of her own precum down her leg as her marehood readied to receive him once more. “I want you… to eat me!” Twilight whimpered as he continued to nibble and lick up and down her neck even as he positioned himself at her entrance yet again. “Yes, Triton! You’re such a mighty hunter!”

“I really should put a stop to this! But should I really intervene?” Pinkie said, having climbed out of her chair and was now standing a mere body length away. Twilight made an irritated shooing motion at her from the ground, trying to get her attention so she’d go away.

Don’t even think about it, Pinkie! Twilight thought to herself, though given her lustful state, if she did intervene, Twilight might just have her instead! “Yes! By the stars above, fill me! Take me! Make me yours, my fine and fertile Thestral!!” Twilight cried out ecstatically, her mane splattered in a sweaty pink and purple mess behind her helplessly sparking horn; her expression growing more primal as he pushed ever-deeper inside of her, her femininity parting far more quickly and readily to admit him to her depths this time. She could feel his hot breath on her face, see the sweat and dew rolling down his handsome face. His eyes were lost in hers just as the massive male organ was lost in her body, consuming and claiming her from within.

He will never forget me! He must spread his seed inside me! Oh, by Celestia, this is so hot!Twilight couldn’t help but tell herself as her nethers swallowed inch after inch of him until he was over a foot deep inside of her; his tip already probing impossibly at her innermost entrance while his vestigial medial ring was pressed hard against her opened lips, starting to slip inside. And that meant he still had more length to spare!

Despite the pair’s obvious ecstasy, Twilight heard Pinkie’s monologue continue. “If I put a stop to this, I am defying a fate far greater than myself. Am I, Pinkamena Diane Pie, a baker and thrower of parties wise enough to seek to defy a will and purpose far greater than I can even understand? One that is the source of my magical abilities? I can’t even begin to understand what purpose my abilities even have! Nopony ever explained them to me or instructed me on their use! How am I supposed to know when to intervene in fate and when to let things continue as they are?”

As occupied as Twilight was, she couldn’t help but empathize with Pinkie’s ill-timed existential crises. It brought some peace to her mind that even Pinkie, as seemingly infinite her knowledge was and how overpowered — for want of a better term — her powers could be, she wasn’t the infallible force she had at times appeared. Not that any of this should really matter right now! Twilight grunting as she felt Triton bottom outside of her.

His advance suddenly halted, the nearly vestigial medial ring had done its duty of forming a firm plug inside of her that his best efforts couldn’t defeat. He looked down at Twilight pleadingly. “Tviwight… I vant... to go in... more!”

“Y-You can talk to me!?” Twilight sputtered at him in surprise. “Nevermind that… Triton, you’re as far in as you can go! You’ve filled me completely, my love!”

“No! Still more, to go!” He clenched his jaw shut and pushed again.

The only part of me he hasn’t filled is… my uterus! What madness would possess him to attempt that!? Unless...

Pinkie had told Twilight that Triton was sent to impregnate her.

Triton gave her his rugged, handsome look of pleading once more that reminded her instantly of her brother when they were younger. He looked so cute when he was upset, having an uncanny ability to show vulnerability without appearing weak. It wasn’t something just any stallion could do; only one such as Triton or Shining could manage to exude such machismo so effortlessly during a time like this. Twilight knew what had to be done. If he couldn’t make it himself, she’d just have to give him a boost! “Don’t worry Triton! I can help you!”

Twilight’s instincts kicking into overdrive, her horn lit up pink. Drawing upon her race’s ancient mating magic, she enchanted her lover’s phallus to gain with another six inches of length, his girth filling out even more.

Twilight felt her stomach bulge alarmingly as her already overfilled lovenest strained to contain him. From the right side of Twilight’s field of view, Pinkie soared through the air, landing with a series of cartwheels to Twilight’s left, twisting atop her tail like a coiled spring — a pink distraction, nothing more. Gritting her teeth, she braced for his final push...

Twilight gave a whinnying cry as with one powerful push, he broke through her inner barrier and drove himself all the way to her core, sinking another six inches deep inside of her slippery depths and bumping roughly but deliciously up against the walls of the uterus, the last barrier between herself and her smiling, happy stallion lover, their combined uices pouring into her womb through the partially-opened gap.

“TwiIiIiIiIiIiIiIiIiIiIiIiIiIiIiIiIght youUuUuUuUuUuUuUuUuU…” Pinkie cried out in panic, the spinning pinknado stammering uncontrollably, but Twilight ignored her except to note her shout, her awareness narrowing to the interface between her body and his, feeling every inch of his organ and every throb of its fertile flesh.

“Oh, my mighty Triton, you’re so close!” Twilight pulled with all of her strength against his sturdy back, drawing herself ever so slightly in deeper as her breached inner wall allowed more and more of his seed inside of her. “Don’t give up on me!” His eyes flashed with something like fear. Was he giving up hope?

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Twilight knew he couldn’t fail. She had no idea why but he had to penetrate her fully, otherwise he’d have let her down. This would all be her fault! Retaking Magic Kindergarten would be too good for her after letting this sweet Bat Pony down! “Our foals are counting on you to pierce me my aching womb, Triton!” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she had the time to properly edit them out. Why did I just say that!? “Eep!”

The plea seemed to push him over the edge as, with a mighty roar, Twilight felt him thrust his magically enhanced bathood all the way to the back wall of her uterus before filling it to the brim, his medial ring damming up her womb and keeping all his precious seed safely inside.

But Triton himself saw nothing, his eyes having almost fully rolled into the back of his head as he slammed his hips forward for the final time and arched his back to its limit.

Twilight’s face was disbelieving, unable to comprehend the sight of her belly slowly expanding with each pump of fresh seed. She felt like a balloon, being stretched out from the inside with the fluid pouring into her. In a daze, she pressed a hoof up against it to see what it would feel like before experiencing her most powerful orgasm yet, which backed up into her birthing chamber causing her to expand even more.

Her magic enabled her to accommodate far more than she ever thought possible, and yet… “I’m going to… burst!” Twilight rasped out, the fluid pressing against her diaphragm and making it difficult to breathe.

“Pppppppppppppppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...”

He visibly panicked, shouting something in his native language while trying to release himself from Twilight’s uterine penitentiary.

Twilight, you dummy, let him go! The little pony in her head demanded, and finally, she listened.

Coming off the highs of her own climax, she turned off her horn, allowing Triton to disengage with a loud pop.

With a sucking, wet gulp of air, their slickened essence arced out of her like water from a burst dam in great gouts as the ragged remnants of her orgasm was finally lost to the night.

“... PREGNANT!” “TWILIGHT, NOOOOOOOOO!” Pinkie rolled over onto her side, curled up in the fetal position, shivering.

Hearing those words, Twilight’s brain switched back on. “Pinkie… Pinkie!? What’s wrong?” Twilight asked, sighing with relief as she sat up enough to empty another pint of their shared sexual lubricant, which splattered noisily on the tarp below.

“Ohhh I’m going to be feeling this is the morning…” Pinkie moaned pitifully as the aftershocks of her latest ‘happening’ resulted in a series of hoofy kicks, tail twitches, and ear rotations.