Glazed Filling

No doubt Spike had meant it well, but the heart decorations and scented candles made the situation more awkward than it had to be. They weren’t two love birds after all.

Twilight ignored them as well, going straight to the bed and climbing up onto it. She huffed in exasperation before kneeling to lie belly down upon it, facing her behind towards him as she sat facing the front of the bed. She stared into space and Mocha could see her muscles tense as she forced herself to raise her tail for him.

When he didn’t hop on, she looked back at him, face tensed and forehead creased. She was like a predator examining her meal and finding it distasteful.

“Well?” Twilight asked matter-of-factually. “Do I need to explain things to you more or do you think you can handle it? We need to get this done because I’ll need rest before I continue my work for the Sun Festival tomorrow.” Clearly that was what was important to her and this was an annoying chore on the side.

Mocha didn’t think she was trying to be mean. It felt more like she found little worth in males and found being a breeding mare was an insult to her talents. And who could blame her? But when Daybreaker said to do something, it wasn’t a good idea to defy her for no benefit, and there never was any.

“Look, I know this is hard,” Mocha said, slowly edging towards the bed. “But the attitude doesn’t exactly make for a good mood setting for sex. I feel like I’m raping you and that doesn’t… sit well with me…”

“You’re frustratingly wholesome, I see,” Twilight’s voice softened slightly, then adopted a stern official tone. “I will reiterate then, that my ‘legally mandated consent’ leaves you free from any danger of criminal charges.”

“That isn’t the problem,” Mocha pointed out. “I feel like we’re two of Daybreaker’s dolls that she’s making kiss. It’s so fake, and being legally enforced just makes it more so.”

“I understand,” Twilight acknowledged his feelings at least, even if he wasn’t sure if she really did. “Think it this way, better to be made to kiss me then Daybreaker wanting to kiss you, other than sex giving stallions a burning kiss is fun for her.”

Though her voice was gentler and she forced a smile onto her face, it was obvious that her distaste of the situation hadn’t changed. It was good that she wasn’t blaming him directly at least. Mocha slowly moved towards the bed.

Too slow for Twilight, who apparently wanted to get things over with. Her horn glowed and her dark pink magical aura enveloped his body. He stiffened as the sudden handling startled him, and felt himself lifted off the floor and carried over to the bed. She placed him, still standing, directly above where she lay, semi-filled sheath directly over the intended target.

She moved her bottom up with enough force to knock the wind out of him when it hit his stomach, then she waggled her rump stiffly against him. It certainly felt good on his sheath, but his reluctant member still wasn’t in the mood. He felt like he really needed to stallion up, but it was just too weird of a situation for him.

“Fine,” sighed Twilight, clearly exasperated but trying to keep her tone polite. “I’ll help out.”

He felt movement beneath him and looked down to see Twilight turning around on the bed, still laying on her belly but now facing his sheath. She reached her muzzle for his, initially punching him in the stomach again, this time with her horn.

“Ow, pointy!” Mocha complained, almost moving to the side.

“Urrrgh,” Twilight grunted in frustration at him dragging the already unwanted affection out.

Suddenly he found himself grasped in her magic more firmly than before, spinning around and slamming his body onto the bed on his back. The bed creaked from the force of her movement, and the intimidation factor of being with a mare that could do that so easily probably didn’t help.

Twilight moved to stand atop Mocha instead, assuming a more dominant role in sheer frustration. Before he could respond further, he found the mare sitting directly on his face, the warmth and slight moisture of her nethers pressed against his nose as he took a deep breath of her inviting scent. One deep breath was intoxicating.

He eeped as he felt her breath on his sheath as well. She pushed her muzzle against his opening, sliding her tongue within and lapping at his turtled up member within. The mare’s warm breath and scent together felt exquisite, and it didn’t take him long before he started to emerge.

As Mocha poked free of his sheath, she cupped her lips over him, letting him slide between them as she lapped her tongue up and down, then swirled it around his growing length. She was better at it than he expected, more so than could be explained by reading up on it. He’d assumed her a complete virgin but she at least had done this part enough to get good at it.

Twilight moved her hooves gently upwards to his member, sliding over his sack and then roughly pulling his sheath back further, letting his entire length spill out. Once again, her movements were far more confident than he expected, because she tried to take his length too deep, slamming the back of her throat and immediately having a brief gagging fit.

To her credit, she didn’t back off while she choked, instead just allowing the spastic movements of her lips and throat to massage him further. She managed to force it down past her throat, and he could feel her neck muscles tense with determination. Her surprising talent felt amazing.

At this point he realized he should probably at least attempt to return the favor instead of just breathing all over her increasingly moist snatch. He didn’t have as much experience with this as she apparently had though, so his laps were a bit more awkward. As he licked awkwardly, she moved her one leg to nudge his muzzle up and down as if instructing him, and he began to lap deeper as he moved.

Twilight was getting as wet now as he was getting hard, and it began to dribble down into his muzzle. He gave an enthusiastic slurp, taking in her fertile flavor and letting his mind rush with arousal. It was probably enough at this point, and he couldn’t imagine anything getting him soft now, but he continued to drag it out as they both worked their tongue on the other.

It took a long time for Twilight’s gag reflex to catch up with her as she choked on him again. She finally backed off and resolved to twirl her tongue and bobbing her head about his tip. He was already rock hard by then though.

“Is that precum already?” Twilight said a bit disappointedly, pulling her head back a bit. “I know you’re probably pent up from earlier, but please don’t waste seed before we’ve even begun. Once Daybreaker has given an order, she can be very particular about how it is carried out, and there’s no guarantee she isn’t spying on us looking for us to make a mistake.”

“T-that’s not exactly something I have control over!” Mocha complained at her lecture, his voice muffled and a bit gurgly from the fluid gathering in his mouth. “I think you’re underestimating your skill here…”

Twilight could have easily stopped there and it been enough, but he wasn’t going to stop her from continuing either. Maybe it was a bad idea given how difficult it was for him to hold in his climax already, but getting a blow from a surprisingly talented nerd had him in a blissful moment that he’d rather not emerge from immediately.

“H-how are you so good at this?” Mocha couldn’t contain his curiosity.

“Ah, that,” Twilight seemed to warm further from slight embarrassment, but continued to slurp between phrases. “A previous punishment from Daybreaker… I had to suck off one of her toys for three hours straight… while not allowing him to orgasm.”

“That sounds… unpleasant… for you at least,” Mocha decided not to ask what the male’s final fate was; with Daybreaker it was probably at least unpleasant enough to counter a three-hour blowjob.

“Less unpleasant than you’d think… less than I admitted to her for certain,” Twilight sounded like it was actually a fond memory. “Edging the poor guy on for three hours… listening to him begging to cum… and I admit I got off on watching Daybreaker ride him.”

His own ministrations to her soft labia became erratic as she Twilight opened wide and took him in deeply again. Mocha choked a bit as her viscous nerd juice became far more prevalent as well, as if thinking back on that was turning her on more. It was good that she was enjoying herself, though in the back of his mind he was a little worried that she might become increasingly dominant until she was breaking pelvises for fun and profit.

Her horn glowed again, and he wasn’t sure what type of magic she cast, but it seemed to greatly nullify her gag reflex. It was like she had finally decided to put caution to the wind and go all in.

This time when she pushed him to the back of her throat, she swallowed him down without her throat complaining, and pushed him down into her neck until her snout smushed against his ball sack and her tongue reached to lap against his belly. He could see in the mirror to one side of her bed as her throat expanded visibly to accommodate his size, though her eyes were clenched slightly and her muzzle scrunched up as if still trying hard not to get too into the moment.

Even though he couldn’t take his eyes off the reflection, he concentrated on the feeling of her tight throat around his shaft, still rebelling enough to ripple her muscles over him in the process. She moved her head faster, managing to give him quite the hard suck, mane swaying back and forth hard like a headbanger in the process. He couldn’t have imagined a porn star doing a better job.

The tension in his thighs relaxed and he began to thrust in response, keeping in time with her movements beneath him. He lost himself in the moment as the nerd filly outshined his every expectation, feeling his heart thump loudly in his chest as an orgasm started to build within his loins.

When Twilight felt his cock expand, ready to release a load, however, she took action. Suddenly she bit down hard on his shaft, twisting her head slightly to dig her teeth in. They might have been dull equine teeth, but they were still teeth.

It might not have been quite so bad had her tongue not worked in contradiction, relentlessly teasing him, still squirming about his length and even working her tight throat against his tip. Daybreaker had rubbed off on her, because it was clearly intentional, the way she made sure he couldn’t cum while also making sure he’d need to even more. He felt bursts of seed trying to force their way through his tightly clamped meat and repeatedly finding their way blocked.

Mocha shrieked, though luckily she didn’t bite hard enough to injure him, just enough to put an emergency brake on his shooting into the less approved hole. She clenched her teeth for several seconds, though it seemed like much longer as he finally collapsed and went limp onto the bed, quietly gargling her juices as they continued to drool into his throat..

Twilight lightened the bite as his dick ceased its pulsing, taking it slow as if ensuring nothing tried to escape when he was released. Nothing more than a few drops escaped, and he was pent up enough that he couldn’t have gone soft no matter how hard he tried. She nursed on his shaft lightly for a few more seconds to make sure it was still hard before pulling the member out of her muzzle.

“Now remember,” Twilight’s voice softened. “This is your night, but you being my ‘master’ won’t stop me from having my way with you from time to time.” She paused to give his tip a loving kiss. “You better work hard tonight, in fact, because I’m going to torment this thing later for defiling me with its seed.”.

“That’s almost sweet, but did you really have to bite that hard?” Mocha said, glancing in the mirror again. “I think you might end up leaving scars!”

“As if scars would be anything but bragging rights to a stallion,” Twilight said, dismissing his complaint and moving into the same tone a disappointed mother might. “Now stay hard. I don’t want to have to resort to casting an arousal spell on you as those can have psychological consequences down the road.”

She pulled herself upwards, her nethers separating from his face with a lewd slurp and drooling profusely down her thighs as she stood. The mare turned herself back around to her previous position next to him, on her belly with her tail flagged upwards and rump pushed slightly into the air. The mare growled slightly in discontent, probably thinking she’d had to put in more effort than she should have needed to.

“Go on,” Twilight said like a teacher having to spell out something with giant crayons for a foal to understand. “Put it in and mark me as yours before you lose your nerve again.”

Though he felt for her being in this situation too, her haughty attitude was starting to piss him off enough to overcome that. Peeved at her expectations, he mounted her less reluctantly and attempted to shove in as hard as he could.

Which was harder than he expected given how shaky he was from the initial experience. On the first attempt he completely missed and slid his shaft downward, sliding against the soft breasts just below her crotch.

“Oh by Break’s flaming cooch…” Twilight swore to herself, giving his ego a bit of a punch to the gut.

He grunted in reply and shoved again, this time hitting the mark and sliding to the hilt. Though she wasn’t happy about things, it seemed the hole was, as he immediately felt her secretions slide down his length. The warmth somehow seemed more intense than her muzzle, which let him forget more of the awkwardness.

When he thrust forward again, he found her very tight. With the disdain she’d shown, and how determined Spike had been to make it special, it made sense that she was a virgin, back here at least. He didn’t meet any fleshy resistance though, so she’d played with herself enough to break her hymen at least.

Though with his current annoyance at her, a hymen probably wouldn’t have kept him from forcing his way in as hard as he could. As he felt her warm flesh envelope him so much more tightly than her muzzle, he could hear her stifling a moan by clenching her teeth. He pushed firmly, not stopping until his belly smacked against her behind, feeling her tail spasm slightly against him in time with her passage.

Mocha might have popped off sooner, but his dick still ached a bit from the bite. Instead he pulled back and began to pump her foal hole with as much force as he could muster, grabbing around her hips with his forehooves to steady himself and panting softly, letting his tongue roll out of his muzzle as he drooled onto her back.

“Warm…” Twilight squeaked when she was able to again. “I probably should have considered warming my toys before… I wonder if it would feel as good…”

At least her statement admitted that he was better than a toy, so that was a start. That was the extent of her compliment though, and she even moved her forehooves up to the top of her head, covering her ears and hiding her face as if not wanting him to see her expressions. Her voice had sounded much more sensual than before though, almost like she was having to put effort into continuing her superior attitude.

Mocha kept going, but curiously glanced at the mirror that Twilight seemed to have forgotten about. She’d probably be less guarded about her expression if she thought he wasn’t seeing it, and he had to admit he was curious.

Her expression looked like her mind had almost blanked with pleasure, but she was even now putting effort into not drooling or rolling her eyes back. Perhaps she was unwilling to admit even to herself of having a male have their way with her, like she was trying hard to rationalize that she wasn’t actually enjoying it that much.

He redoubled his efforts, changing his angle around and watching her face to see what she appreciated the most. He kept changing his rhythm and cadance, testing to see what would drive her the wildest.

“Sstop moving so muuuch!” Twilight voice spiked at the end, as if he suddenly hit the right spot and pacing, her voice shifting further away from arrogance until there wasn’t a hint of it remaining.

Her eyes widened, seeming stunned that it had started to feel even better, so he kept his exact motions to push her towards bliss. At first he’d been just ramming it with the intent to expel his load as fast as he could to get it over with, but now he wanted to do more. He wanted to prove to her that he wasn’t just some stumbling block Daybreaker had put in front of Twilight to put more space between her assassination attempts.

Twilight no longer held back her expression, eyes slowly rolling back as she salivated all over her pillow. Her face was slack with dreamy bliss, taking it all in. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to stifle the noises she was making to keep him from knowing, her hooves sliding slowly off her head and digging at the sheets beneath her instead.

Her eyes went wide with shock when her orgasm hit first, her body spasming as her pussy loosened and sent a gush of fluid down his balls, trailing down both their thighs as his movements continued.

Twilight grabbed her pillow with both hooves, pressing her face into it in an attempt to contain her moan, but the scream of delight was too much and filled the room. As that washed over his ears, Mocha knew he couldn’t hold his own in any longer.

The pain of being bitten a forgotten memory, Mocha blasted his load deep into her waiting tunnel, punching her cervix with his tip several times as he hosed it down with jet after jet of sticky seed. Twilight accidentally pulled her head back enough to moan aloud, arching her back against him and hammering her hips upwards as if milking every drop from his engorged shaft.

As he filled her with his foal juice, her neck suddenly glowed. A moment later, a tight black leather choker appeared around her neck. On the front was a heart-shaped buckle with a symbol of two tails within it, as if it used that instead when he didn’t have a cutie mark to symbolize his ownership of her.

His thrusting slowly subsided, though her pushing her hips kept going for several long moments. When she realized she was still moving after he’d finished, she blushed intensely, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a moment as if ashamed of how much she’d loved it.

“Ahem,” she cleared her throat, her voice slowly returning to something more official. “I… well… that’s that then, I suppose. Daybreaker won’t kill you for now at least, so that’s good.”

“You sure you didn’t enjoy it beyond that?” Mocha asked gently, slowly pulling himself free with a lewd slurp as his semi-erect shaft drooled onto the puddle of bliss on the bed. He patted her shaky rump a few times as she lowered herself back onto the bed.

“Of course not,” Twilight sighed unconvincingly. “It was simply something that was required, what would make you think otherwise?”

“Well I think you forgot the mirror,” Mocha pointed out. “I had a pretty good view of your facial expressions the whole time.”

Mocha thought she was embarrassed before, but her face somehow went even redder as she clenched her teeth tightly and flattened her ears. He felt her body tense beneath him, as she slowly looked upwards towards him, her eyes narrowed to slits. He’d meant it as light teasing, but it seemed she took the discovery a lot more personally than that.

He felt her magic grasp at him again, but this time he was on the bed so quickly that he could barely follow his own movement. Twilight’s magical grasp felt somehow hotter than before, reminding him of Daybreaker’s superheated aura a lot more than he’d like it to.

Twilight was atop him the next instant, again so rapidly that she may as well have teleported there. She was staring down at him with the same stiff expression, eyes peering down at him predatorially now.

“You know, ‘Master’,” Twilight said, even the cadence of her voice sounding more like Daybreaker. “We should keep going to make sure you filled me with plenty of seed. I wouldn’t want you to think I wasn’t putting all my effort in ‘submitting’ to you.”

She slid her slit across his semi-erect shaft, his previous load drooling onto him, but after expending all that energy, he was in no shape to continue for another round.

It turned out that didn’t matter, because she completely ignored her own earlier warnings about such spells as her magic washed over him, and he felt his arousal build in an unnatural and uncomfortable way, his shaft quickly springing to full erection again, and almost painful hardness.

At this point he wasn’t sure if he should beg for mercy. It might do good or it might make things worse. Given her previous story to him, it might just make arouse her further and make her go harder on him. He may as well be her sex puppet at this point, and there was no way out of it.

Not that it was the worst thing to have no way out of. He rolled his eyes back as he felt her juicy insides stretching over his achy shaft once again. Panting as she started rolling her hips, he attempted to grasp at her with his forelegs only to have them pinned down at his sides, holding him onto the bed. She held his hips too, not letting him thrust up into her at all, taking all the motion upon herself and merely using him like a toy.

In spite of having gone off hard already, the spell did it’s work, and he felt the need growing in his loins again. She must have felt it too, because she leaned over, panting as her saliva drooled out onto his face, placing her own front hooves against his chest to push him more firmly against the bed.

“You like this nerd’s hole, ‘Master’?” Twilight asked. “Well not to worry, because you’re going to get hole until you’re sick of it tonight.”

Mocha wasn’t sure if that were possible, but decided not to test his lucky by voicing that aloud. Even if his hips were held, he still flexed his muscles, bearing upwards against her telekinetic grasp with all his pointless might before finally expelling another jet of sperm into her pussy. It was somehow even harder than the first, and after a few jets from his cock-fountain, his balls ached twice as much than before.

“I’m not gonna dehydrate, right?” Mocha asked, barely able to breath with his body in her magical aura so tightly.

“No,” Twilight scoffed. “I won’t allow you to die; you brought this on yourself.”

She lifted herself off of him, a mixture of her and his fluids drooling down his shaft. At first it surprised him that she’d let off, but she simply sat back down at another angle. He felt his well-lubricated shaft push at her pucker, and she tensed up her face while continuing her glare down at him.

“Stallions like this, right?” Twilight almost purred. “You probably want to ‘dominate’ me in every way possible, right?” He couldn’t imagine anyone more dominantly submissive as this.

If it pinched going in, she didn’t give any indication of it as she hilted him in her behind, but it clenched every bit as tightly as one would expect a virgin rear to. Both of them clenched their teeth as she began moving, quickly working up to a rapid pace once again, milking him once again.

He expected it to take much longer this time, but thanks to her spell upon him, he felt himself rising towards orgasm just as quickly as before. This time rather than pressing upwards, his hips were instinctively trying to pull back. She allowed him to a little, seemingly amused at how his hips sank deeper into the plush bed, and simple spreading her hind legs further to fully press herself down upon him.

When he blew his load again, it was somehow the same amount of spunk as before, as if his body was in overdrive producing more and more. But each time was feeling less pleasure and more ache.

This time she came harder as well. Looking down on him like this must have really got her off, because her pussy squirted across his chest, far enough to splatter pussy juice onto his face, blinking his eyes at the burning fluid.

He felt dizzy as she raised up again and sat down to drive him into her pussy again, and he realized that she must have put some kind of energy spell on herself as well. There was no telling how long a pony already used to pulling all-nighters could keep this up.

Eventually time seemed to blur, and he lost track of how many times he got off, alternating from pussy to ass and back again with each powerful splurt. Eventually he felt himself loosing consciousness as she slipped her sopping wet cunny down over his painful girth, the engorged length still unable to deflate.

He wasn’t sure if she even noticed when he passed out, or if she even stopped when she realized, but it didn’t seem likely that even passing out would get him a very sound sleep tonight.