Fulfilling Pinkie's Dream

Triton’s seed sack continued to swell, assisted by Twilight’s hormonal teenage mating magic as the pair tongue wrestled unsteadily across the sex-slickened tarp.

But magic or no, even biology had limits and Twilight realized that she was reaching hers. Realizing how hungry and thirsty she was, Twilight reluctantly broke the kiss and gave the picnic basket sitting atop a checkered cloth a longing look, causing Triton to follow her gaze and smile.

Certain he understood what she wanted, Twilight gestured towards the basket. “We should take a break, huh? I’ve packed enough food for both of us and seeing as how Pinkie’s left, you’re welcome to join me instead!”

The Thestral gave a happy screech and flew over to pick it up in his teeth.

Giggling, Twilight looked around at the slippery mess her, Pinkie and Triton had managed to make in such a short time, combining with the dew-saturation on the tarp. The night was unusually warm and sticky, eighty-degrees Fahrenhoof at least! The tarp which had seen such a good idea before coming now proved woefully inadequate to the task of keeping anypony dry. Additional furnishings were therefore going to be essential! She closed her eyes, concentrating hard on her kitchen and summoned her breakfast table and two chairs atop the hill with them.

Triton dropped the basket onto the table and clopped his hooves happily for her display of magical prowess, making a show of bowing low before her while saying something else she couldn’t understand.

But she didn’t need to know the words to recognize the praise within them. “Oh, it was nothing, really!” Twilight flicked at her bangs, confidently before pulling a chair for him to sit next to her. “Now… let’s see if I can find you anything that will interest you…” She withdrew a stack of celery stalks, but he shook his head. She withdrew a cucumber sandwich to the same reception. More cucumber sandwich for me, anyway, I’m starving! Twilight told herself, taking a large bite and setting the rest on a plate at her side of the table. This Thestral was probably not going to want anything but fruit or meat and Twilight had neither. The avowed herbivore didn’t have any source of meat as it was but fruit...

Well, she’d used magic once already, why not do so again? She tapped the basket with her horn which glowed lavender for a moment before opening it again, this time summoning the contents of her pantry.

Triton gasped at the sight of mouthwatering goodness that sat before him. There were apples wrapped in cloth to keep them from bruising, pears and cantaloupe, even an entire uncut watermelon and…

Mangoes!

“Oooo, mango!” He exclaimed in accented Equish, excitedly pointing and clapping his wings above him. “Give mango?” He looked at her with somehow even more interest than before, coiling a hoof on top of hers.

Twilight was about to hoof one over to him when she stopped short. This wasn’t just a friend she was giving this bit of fruit to. This was the stallion who’d just spent the last half an hour giving her the time of her life, pumping her full of untold quantities of his sexual fluids! She needed to put in more of an effort for the stallion she was going to be sharing with Pinkie.

Of course, she had yet to explain all of this to a Thestral who spoke first-grade Equish at best, but that could all happen later. She knew Pinkie would be cool with any idea Twilight ran past her anyway, so there was no need to worry about her, either. Long-term thinking was not Pinkie’s strong-suit and at that moment, holding hooves and gazing into the stallion’s azure eyes, neither was hers!

Igniting her aura, she picked up the red and yellow fruit, bringing it to Triton’s mouth, who accepted the offering in his teeth. Looking into each other’s eyes, juice dripping down their chins, they cleaved the mango in two and began to masticate slowly. Twilight giggled as he watched her coltfriend’s tongue poking out of his mouth as he ground up the fruit in his mouth. Curious at this strange way of eating and the way his cheeks were puffing out, it occurred to her that he wasn’t grinding it up with her teeth as ponies were accustomed to doing, but pressing it against the roof of his mouth!

“How fascinating! You must have a hard-palate to grind and pulp your food! In which case, you’ll be wanting more in your mouth, won’t you?” Twilight bit into another mango and brought it to his mouth. To her surprise, he managed to fit seven halves into his mouth, dribbling messily down his chin as he chewed, before finally extracting all the juice and then swallowing the pulp.

He sighed contentedly and patted his belly, licking at the juice that clung to the short fur around his muzzle. “Perfekcja!”

Some words needed no translation — Twilight’s analytical mind cluing her in on the obvious loanword origins from Equish. I wonder how many other words they’ve taken from us? I really need to study his language when I get a chance! “Oh, look at us; we’re all sticky! Think you can... clean me up a bit?” Twilight emphasized her request by giving his chin a suggestive flick of her tongue.

He got the idea immediately. Twilight cooed happily as he lapped up all the juice on her chin and neck, offering his own in turn for her to return the favor. “That was good for a starter! We’re quite messy eaters, aren’t we?”

Triton nodded, picking up a banana in his hoof and winking lewdly.

Twilight got the joke immediately. “Oh please! You’re much bigger than that banana!” She said with a wink, spreading her hooves nearly two feet apart. “And so much more… firm… rigid… and tight inside of me!” The muscles around her marehood clamped down hard at the remembered feel of his massive length inside her.

Triton hissed gently, the corners of his maw curved up in a smile as his impressive organ began poking free of its sheath again. “I have you ah-gain, Tviwight!” He lowered his head and took a step towards her, a predatory gleam growing in his gaze again.

“You will have me again, Triton, after we eat!” Twilight insisted, stopping his advance by putting a hoof on his nose.

He seemed to pout, but just for a moment. “Yes… ve eat!” Triton peeled the banana slowly, his eyes never leaving Twilight’s. He put one end in his mouth and offered it to her.

With a wink, Twilight took the entire banana down her throat, leaving a slick coating of spit down nearly its entire length as Triton’s eyes bulged and jaw fell open at her suggestive display. Twilight giggled at his reaction, proud that she’d still had the knack overcoming her gag reflex after so many years since attempting the trick with Shining Armor.

The pair slowly enveloped the banana, meeting in the middle and pulping the fruit in each other’s mouths. Five bananas, three mangos, and one cucumber sandwich later — Triton had even partaken a couple bites of the latter, even though Twilight was sure he was just doing it to be polite — she was feeling quite comfortably full.

Twilight felt the table begin to lift off the ground, tipping the picnic basket over. Confused, Twilight looked under the table to see his massive bathood, apparently fortified by his meal pushing up against the bottom of the table. In fact, it looked both thicker and longer than it had earlier and better yet, his round, firm seed sack was filled to bursting once more.

She felt her heart skip a beat at the sight. So why not feed him some more? You never know the limits of progress until you strive to reach them!

“You’re quite a healthy eater, Triton! But don’t forget to keep your fluids up!” Twilight smiled slightly sinisterly, picking up a gallon jug that had escaped the confines of her picnic basket. “This is mango juice...” Twilight popped the cork with a satisfying thunk and gulped down a healthy amount of it, the excess spilling down her front. “According to my studies, it has a significant aphrodisiac effect on Thestrals such as yourself… but in excessive quantities? Well…” Her marehood shivered in anticipation.

“More man-go? Yeeeeeees!” Triton grabbed the jug and chugged half its contents in one go, gripping it tightly from both sides over his head, the bottle tilted dangerously atop his unstable stoop before he slapped it back down with a haughty smile and a loud belch. “Ahhhhhh!” Triton rubbed his belly and hoofed the rest of the bottle over to Twilight. “Now you have! Drink! Drink! Drink!” He cackled loudly and slapped his hoof on the table again.

“Maybe a small sip will do. I wouldn’t want to overdue myself!” Twilight teased, taking the daintiest of sips.

“Nie! Nie!” Triton shook her head and then made a gesture of tipping the entire bottle into his mouth while rubbed his belly. “Drink more, feel better!”

“Well, I feel pretty good right now…” Twilight replied, evasively, making like she was going to put the bottle down before pulling it back towards her chest. “But I suppose… I could do with a bit more. A mare’s got to stay hydrated when she’s active!”

Twilight grabbed the jug from both sides just like Triton showed her and chugged as he cheered her on. She lost count of how much she’d drunk but soon felt very full and heavy. Expelling the last gulp down her chin, she slapped the bottle down, it’s contents sloshing wildly and rubbed her belly. “How’s that for a mare? Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp!” She belched even louder than her in a gesture that would have appalled Rarity but earned accolades from Pinkie Pie, Applejack and Rainbow Dash alike!

“Hohohohohooo! Wspaniałyyyy!” Tritonclopped excitedly. “Pijesz jak mężczyzna!” Very good~!”

The table wobbled ominously as if a pony was pushing against it from below with her hoof. Twilight looked under the table, knowing that this being Ponyville, the idea a pony could be horsing around beneath some random table out in the middle of nowhere was entirely possible.

It wasn’t a hoof and it didn’t belong to a pony. But it was as long and as firm as one.

Triton grinned wickedly and winked as Twilight brought her head back up.

“You know, Triton…” Twilight gave an exaggerated smack of her lips… “I’m starting to feel my mangos already!” Ohhh, this is going to be extremely messy with both of us eating it. The Ponyville Weather Team is going to have to shower our cum off the hilltop when we get done! Twilight lowered her head and joined Triton’s fifth leg under the table. He can’t possibly be over two feet long… can he?”

The Thestral went silent, his pulse racing through his obsidian hardness, pushing up the center of the table as if it were made out of rice cake. Surprised to find it so close, she booped his hardness with her nose, making him leap out of his chair, sending the contents of the table spilling to the ground with a crash, the remaining mango juice noisily spilling out onto the tarp.

“Easy, Triton! I just need to take some notes!” Twilight breathed in the smell of his musky sack — a mix of sandalwood and Twilight’s own distinct blackcurrant marejuice. She lit up her horn and summoned over her clipboard and self-filling quill as she examined his phallus up close, a rosy glow beginning to grow on her cheeks as the mango juice settled into her. “Interesting combination! A Unicorn stallion is supposed to smell like whatever attracts a mare the most but with Thestrals, it’s a lot more specific. It’s very nice though!”

Twilight ran her hoof along his regal foreskin, down the length of the shaft and examined the medial ring in more detail. “It’s so perfect! Longer than ponies by far and smoother to allow for an upside sex participant to breach the birth canal itself! An ingenious way of overcoming the challenge of a vestigial medial ring structure as a result of being composed of three different species! Though you didn’t have any trouble breaching me from the ground, did you, Triton?” Twilight gently took the glans of his massive bathood into her mouth, pulling it away from the table and sucking it clean of their juices, leaving Triton arching his back and groaning with approval. “Even for a breeder alpha, you’re quite the outlier, all things considered!”

Twilight took him in her mouth again, lunging forward to take more of him into her mouth before withdrawing, leaving him sweating and his saliva-streaked shaft twitching, seeking the envelopment that had so cruelly been withdrawn. “Funny how good my own mareseed tastes to me… Don’t tell anypony I said that!” Twilight then licked him all the way from his sack to his tip traveling along the urethra tube, gathering up the juicy deposits gravity had run downward and clung to the underside of his stallion equipment.

“You know, you really do eat a lot of mangoes! I, uh, knew a stallion once who was a really big fan of pineapples! His sis — I mean marefriend… well she would kinda ask him to eat as much as he could just so she could enjoy tasting how sweet he was!” And now that I think of it, I’ve never known Pinkie to not send him a pineapple cake for each of his birthdays. Just another thing my friends have known about and never bothered telling me!

“Tviwight… you… are so… cute!” Triton pieced together in halting Equish, his breath coming out ragged as she worked on him.

Twilight felt her face get warm, pausing momentarily in her efforts. “Oh, I’m not that cute! I mean outside of my rather unique color pattern, I’m rather less-developed than my age-mates in terms of height, muscle definition of the sexually developed regions such as my thighs, hips, teats, flanks, and rump. My horn is too stubby and even my ears are pretty boring… I’m really not that pretty. Except to you, of course!” she hastened to add, then grimaced.

That came out a bit more bitter than I intended it to! Maybe I should stop comparing myself to AJ or Rarity or even Dash, because they’re older and more developed! And that’s to say nothing of Fluttershy… she felt compelled to add, as her pegasus friend was, even by vote of Rarity herself, easily the most effortlessly beautiful mare of the group.

“Not… pretty?” Triton sounded aghast. “You very pretty! Your ears... they cute! So purpoh... and… and tasty! Could wick you for days! So I wick you more wayter, Tviwight!” The Unicorn heard him give a wet slurping lick across his muzzle, oozing precum from his moistened tip.

“Yes… wayter — later!” Twilight imagined a ghostly lick from his foot of wriggling, agile flesh dancing eagerly across her ear and felt a drenching surge of mango-enhanced moistness between her hind legs. If this is before I start having sex, I don’t even want to imagine what’s going to happen to me later! “But first… I have something for you you’ll really enjoy!” She cleaned up his bathood from hilt to tip, savoring the sweet load along the tip of her tongue, spreading it all over the inside of her mouth — her tongue all but tingling from the taste. “But for now…”

Before he could reply, Twilight struck, taking him all the way down to her throat, gagging slightly as he pushed his way to the back of her throat. She found it more difficult than they remembered and swore internally, vowing to renew her practice sessions on the banana the following day. It’s the back of the throat every single time! If you could take Shiny, you could take him! Focus Twilight!

He pushed deeper inside, sliding down into her esophagus, Twilight thanking the Goddess of Creation that Unicorn magic didn’t enhance a sexual organ being inserted into the throat.

Triton squirmed in his chair, moaning blissfully and speaking in his strange tongue as Twilight worked her tongue along his length and she bobbed up and down, working cautiously as she savored the rich, masculine flavor filling her mouth. “Such wonderful chemistry! Triton, you are a Prince!” Twilight moaned gently against his throbbing shaft — an act that proved to be the finishing blow for the son of royalty who gave an almighty EEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee! and let loose a thick, mango-flavored stream — fully prepared, Twilight trapped most of it in her maw. She snorted harshly, feeling part of his overload shoot up the back of her throat where it launched into her sinuses and even leaked out of her nostrils.

Waiting a few seconds for it to subside, she withdrew from underneath the table, feeling as if she’d just aced her magic exam, gave a curtsey to the sitting Thestral and opened her maw to display his seed to him before swallowing the delicious load in one gulp, patting her very happy and slightly distended belly again, still amazed at the volume he could generate. “Not bad, huh? I suppose I have to deduct points for the gag at the beginning… the downward leg, once you get to the back of the throat, is the hardest part of the whole affair by far!” Twilight batted her fangs nervously, his expression neutral if somewhat dazed. “I did good… right?” she licked her lips of some stray seed.

“Perfekcja!” Triton’s gaze grew intense, hissing slightly as he climbed down from his chair. “Now I show you my best move!”

Before Twilight even saw his hooves leave the ground she was being whisked through the air on silent wings, held by his powerful hooves while soaring through the air, their short flight ending when she sensed his strong, prehensile tail wrapping itself around one of the mighty branches of the tree he’d crashed into earlier.

Twilight’s heart leapt in terror, suddenly unable to think of anticipating her inevitable contact with the unyielding earth below. But he held on, the pair dangling upside-down from the tree by his powerful tail.

“Don’t drop me! Please don’t drop me!” a terrified Twilight screamed, trembling in his vice-like grip, sweat, fruit juice, and love fluids trickling slowly down her back, sides, and belly, trailing into her eyes and mouth. Unable to focus enough to cast a spell, her fear and arousal drove her adrenaline to new heights the bookish Unicorn had never known. Every kiss of the wind and trickle of wetness registering a hundred-times more significant in her lust-crazed mind.

Triton hissed in her right ear — the one she’d traced over with her hoof to tease him — before burying his tongue into it, licking her cochlear folds greedily before taking the whole auricle in his mouth and suckling it, working his tongue with practiced skill on all her most sensitive points as she squirmed helplessly.

He then went to work on her other ear, his tongue wetly sloshing against the folded, furless interior — Twilight’s marehood now leaking heavily down her back and belly like a mango-charged fountain.

His efforts not only calmed her but consumed her, feeling herself being claimed in the most primal manner imaginable by this magnificent male who had fallen out of the sky into her lap and life. This sensation! I never want him to stop! Twilight blinked hard, snorting the cascade of fluids rolling down her body out of her nose and breathing heavily from her mouth to avoid choking on her own sex. If only I could let Pinkie enjoy him!

Pinkie? Her mind jolted to her being carried off into the sky recalling something she’d said as Io carried her away…

We’re going to get pregnant, Twi! she’d said.

Despite the blood and fluids rushing to her head, she snorted lightly. What a ridiculous notion! Stallions don’t get pregnant!

Twilight’s pupils shrunk to the size of pin-pricks. Pinkie’s prophecy surely had nothing to back it up and yet the possibility, however remote, could not be discounted.

And then it came to her, as fresh as if she’d just finished reading it… a barely remembered passage in her research.

It’s rumored that some Thestral Alphas can even bring about a state of temporary fertility in a potential mate through the release of pheromones, causing the mare to release an egg out of season, though such claims lack sufficient evidentiary support and seem, on its face, absurd.

It was me! I’m…

He hissed seductively again, thrusting himself hard down into her boiling nethers from above as her overstimulated body convulsed from the sudden erotic sensations coursing through her — demanding more of his seed. Her inner walls clamped down on him like a vice even as the panic inside her began to rise again, the contradiction between biology and reason striking a dissonant chord as her Bat Pony lover sought to breach her body, again and again, with his augmented stallionhood.

“I’m going to be a mother at eighteen!”She half-moaned, half-whimpered as he expanded inside of her again, her Unicorn magic disobeying her to automatically enlarging his member still further, unable to distinguish the already oversized Thestral stallionhood from the on average smaller Unicorn ones her magic was intended to enhance. The hill was alight in electric pink fire emanating from her horn on a rogue mission to ease the intruder’s entry into her womb.

My scientific research! My friends! My foal will need its sire and I will need him too! Twilight clutched again at the bulge in her stomach, unable to fully accustom herself to its presence even as she craved it—craved him—more and more. We can’t even fully communicate with each other! So why can’t I stop myself from having him? Have I gone insane!? She asked, only for the other part of her to ignore her sudden doubts and respond with sheer, unadulterated desire, sucking him ever-deeper until he once again ad pushed all the way to the precipice of her inner entrance, his pounding head already starting to demand admittance to her most sacred sanctum.

She knew what was happening. She knew what would happen if she continued. But she couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop! For she was meant for him! Meant to be found by him! Meant to be loved by him!

Meant to be bred by him!

A great shiver went through her at her own admission, her final mental and physical barriers crumpling again to his repeated thrusts. More! More of him! I need more of him inside of me! She pled to the Sun Goddess herself. “More!” the word leaked out through her gritted lips

In response, he bit down hard into the scruff of her neck, using the additional purchase to easily break back into her womb, preparing to fertilize it once more.

And she wanted it. Wanted it more than anything else she’d ever wanted before! “Yes! By Luna, give it all to me, Triton!” She hadn’t meant to say it but her tongue could no more will itself to speak differently than the rivers could deny their tribute to the sea. She’d taken the leap of faith; her true test of the virtue Pinkie had taught her. Whatever happened, they would be there for the life they’d created, come what may.

“All…” He gave a muffled grunt into her fur, fangs piercing her shoulder slightly with a startled squeak for the fertilized Unicorn. He blinked back the tears caused by the mango-tinged sweat burning his eyes. He felt his hips lurch hard, pushing his way to the back of her womb once more before bolting load after sugary sweet load directly into the source of all life and the mistress of magic he now wished to call his mate.

The horn went off like a barrage of Romane candle rockets, exploding with pink and purple stars as her orgasm again backed up inside of her, the fire of need finding no release as her belly ballooned once more. Behind her, Triton groaned with relief, having finally released the three and a half pounds of weight and tension from his aching groin.

But there was no such relief for Twilight, who felt her belly ripple like the surface of a waterbed, plugged by the still erect length of Triton’s bathood sealing everything inside.

Triton reached around her with both wings and began to massage her belly, whispering into her ear in his foreign tongue.

She knew not the words, but recognized his tone as both worried and soothing. He knows! “Yes, Triton. I’m fine! Our foal is inside of me, growing stronger by the second! I-I didn’t plan for this but… I just know you’re going to be there for her! I bet she’s going to have big, beautiful wings just like her daddy!” She wished she could look into his eyes, imaging them on their foal which Twilight anticipated would be a daughter. But what if it wasn’t? What if she were a handsome stallion like him, gifting his love to the next generation of mares? She couldn’t decide which option she liked more.

Giving her ear one last kiss — He sure does love them despite them being so average! Twilight couldn’t help but think to herself as her scientific mind began to revive— he deployed his wings and, flapping them with all of his might, managed to lift off with Twilight in tow, flying a short distance back to the picnic site before setting her down, still trapped inside of her marehood prison. He grunted, trying to withdraw himself but she would not yield, his erection refusing to go down.

Twilight tried helping by pressing herself forward but it was no use, even with the pair of them working together. After a couple of tense minutes of the pair trying and failing to extricate himself from her, worried they were going to be found by like this and having to explain themselves, Twilight felt Triton’s hoof cup itself over the tip of her horn, extinguishing its glow.

He went soft enough to pull out with a loud pop and an alarmed squeak from Twilight followed by the gelatinous gloop of over a gallon’s worth of slippery sex emptying itself with a splatter onto the utterly ruined tarp, joining the scores of other puddles to form a small pond atop the hill.

Once she was able to, her magic quickly working to restore her body as much for her coming foal as well herself, Twilight turned to face the handsome stallion. “You will stay for our foal. You will stay for me, won’t you, Triton?” she asked, patting her belly for emphasis.

His eyes reflected back pink from the sparks that still filled the night air, pupils dilated to take in more of her soft, nerdy but utterly adorable cuteness. “Y-yes!” he replied, completely unaware of what he was agreeing to but being wholly unconcerned. “For… foal… and for us… Tviwight… Sparkul!

Below her, she continued to unload their sexual ballast as the combination of youthful hormonal attraction, her completely overcharged mating aura and all the mango juice they’d drunk brought them back in for another long, sensual kiss.

“Want… more…” He broke free quickly and lined his glazed and dripping bathood up with her tailhole, pressing it up against her hot, tight lips. Realizing his intention, Twilight began to beg for him to continue, wincing from the expansion of her forbidden tunnel and evoking Luna’s name, forcing more of him inside of her by pushing back against his stallion member. Twilight’s horn fired pink once more, expanding both his length and girth yet again but this time bringing tears of pain to her eyes.

It’s been too long, Shining! I’ve let myself get too tight! Twilight mentally apologized to her brother, casting off a quick bit of magic to suppress the pain until her lover had sufficiently stretched her fiery furnace and evenly spread their natural lubricant evenly. To his credit, he recognized her initial discomfort and refrained from being too rough; she knew instinctively he was awaiting her word to continue even as he wished to push forward and claim her in a whole new manner.

Finally, she was ready, and braced herself against the ground through holes in the torn tarp beneath them. “Rut me, Triton! By the moon and stars and fair Luna above, you will rut me until this hill crumbles beneath our hooves!”

“YYYEEESSS!” Triton shouted as he proceeded to fulfill her fondest wish, claiming her tail again and again.

For the rest of the night, Twilight’s endless orgasms lit up the sky and rippled across the hills and hollows of rural West Ponyville, eyes rolling into the back of her head as Triton made good on her request — taking her by the scruff of the neck and repeatedly bottoming himself out inside of her. Twilight’s world disintegrated into a haze of pure rapture and endless pleasure, frenzied thrusting, and the slow patter of their shared love batter pooling up inches deep around her.