Classified Cunny

The next day, Silver went in to see Twilight. His knees shook severely as he stood outside the door to the throne room. The portal, in all likelihood, held some kind of destiny. What kind, he did not know, but he hoped for the one that would thrust him into a world of love, lust, and enchanting nighttime activities. He breathed deeply and tried to compose himself. His knowledge of what Twilight did with her sexuality was limited, shoved into place by the social slatterns and slobs of ponykind. These equines viciously whispered that Twilight was a dominatrix, forcibly pushing both mare and stallion into doing as she pleased. Still others felt that she was as quiet as anything in bed, waiting for her partner to do the stuffing. Silver was unsure of any rumor, but he was sure that he needed to try his luck.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, he thought, think positive. She’ll want you…won’t she?

With another deep breath, he entered the throne room. It felt much larger than it actually was. Beautiful stained glass windows bedecked the walls. In front of him was a bright red carpet that covered gorgeous marble tiling. The pillars that held up the roof were intricately designed with the most exquisite of gold and silver leaflets. These played party to a ceiling painted by Ponet, the world famous artist. Each different segment represented a great moment in Equestrian history, even before Celestia and Luna. As he trotted along, he noted the 34th princess, Sky Shine, defeating the evil Count Ponotsky in the Great Battle of The Western Sea. Then, there was the 42nd princess, Leaf Wind, weaving magical elements together to form new bonds between friends. Throughout history, the rulers of Equestria had fought to protect ponies and create new friendships between both their own species and others.

“Breathtaking…” He said aloud as he stared at the latest addition to the pantheon sketched above him: Princess Twilight herself. “Absolutely breathtaking…”

“It is, isn’t it?” A feminine voice asked him.

He jumped and immediately bowed, plowing his face into the carpet. “My apologies, Your Most Royal Majesty,” he said, “I…I didn’t see you come in.”

“Oh, quit groveling,” Twilight said with a smile, “I’m a pony just like you.”

“Um…er…yes, ma’am,” Silver said, jumping to his hooves and saluting her.

“You can dispense with the formalities, Silver Bow,” she said.

Silver didn’t know which shocked him more, the fact that she knew his name or the fact that she didn’t want to be treated as his superior. He watched as she trotted down and up to him, before wrapping him up in a hug. This was completely different to the way he’d been taught to treat a princess. He had no idea what protocol called for in the event of an unlikely embrace. But then, the warmth of her fur and the kindness shining in her eyes began stroking his heart. He felt very safe around her, almost like curling up in a warm blanket to block out the cold. The emptiness that had been maddening him suddenly dissipated, replaced by a wondrous fullness.

“Um…am I supposed to hug you back?” He asked, hoping that he didn’t sound like too much of an idiot.

She chuckled. “Of course.”

So, he did. For the first time in his life, he felt the soothing touch of a beautiful mare. It was beyond anything he’d ever dreamed of. Suddenly, he began to feel rather philosophical, especially about himself. He figured that it was simply something that a mare did to a stallion. Still, though, with his forelegs wrapped around the princess, he felt like the whole world sat in front of him, begging to be conquered. The possibilities were endless. He felt…whole.

When they broke apart, he looked at her and drank in her beauty. She had gotten a small bit taller since taking the throne, though the Alicorn growth spurt hadn’t slammed into her yet. Her eyes gushed an amazing load of friendship and love, and her smile was welcoming. The wings that sat on her back were large and built for sexual preening. He wondered if she’d enjoy that kind of thing, but then he remembered that there would be time for that later. Right now, he simply had to get the proper clearance.

“Um…I…”

“You’re here for a pussy pass,” Twilight said bluntly.

Silver’s mouth dropped to the floor. “You…know about that?”

Twilight smiled as she began trotting around him. “What, about the term ‘pussy pass’ or that you want one? Because the answer to both of those questions…is yes. I know of the somewhat crass reference to my private area, but I also know of your interest in it. I have a lot of sexual partners, Silver, but…you just might be the most intriguing potential partner I’ve had in weeks.”

“What do you mean?”

She suddenly stopped nose to nose with him. “Your build, your face, your whole aura. It’s just-“

“-unattractive?” Silver finished questioningly.

“No, quite the contrary, in fact,” Twilight said, moving closer, “it’s…unorthodox. It defies the stereotype of the handsome stallion getting the princess. I’ve seen this trope in so many stories, it’s become boring to me. But here you are…”

“So…you’re saying you like me, then?”

Twilight nodded. “Most definitely, Silver. You’re you, and that’s all anypony can ask of you. Now, Left Hoof recommended you for a yellow badge, right?”

“Yes, he did…though I don’t know if I’ll get it.”

“That all depends,” Twilight said, “on a few factors. I’ve already judged you worthy in the physical department, but there’s so much more to having sex with me. I need ponies who excel physically and sexually. So…and there’s no plainer way to put this…I need to see your penis.”

Silver’s eyes went wide as his weapon slowly began unearthing itself out of the sheath. Here he was, in the middle of the throne room, and Twilight wanted to see his dick? He was more than a little nervous at the prospect, but obeyed and spread his hind legs. Just watching her check out his organ gave him one of the biggest thrills in his life. He felt her eyes caress it, and then her hooves finally touch it. He hoped that she would be impressed by it, for he knew it wasn’t exactly the biggest in history.

To his happy surprise, she bent back up and smiled deeply. “I love it,” she said, “it’ll be perfect.”

“But, Princess,” he said

“Ah-ah-ah-ah, my stallion,” she said with a voice that would melt butter, “just Twilight.”

“Oh, right. Twilight. Um…it’s not exactly…huge.”

“I’m not that kind of mare,” Twilight said honestly, kissing Silver on the cheek, “I prefer honest stallions to those who’d use magic or something else to ‘enhance themselves.’ Now, then, Silver, why don’t you come with me…to my special room?”