Author's Note

Ponic Sturm und Drang : Romance, risks, retribution, redemption, raw sex, plus alliteration.
Notable influences: Terrestrienne lore, literature, & lyric; untreated ultra-short-interval BP-II
Triggers: Yes, very. No pedo.
Clop: Yes, very. Graphic, ~~gratuitous~~, gooey, and graphic (not kidding about graphic). Some are even physically possible.
EDIT: frankly calling the Clop "gratuitous" was incorrect/inaccurate. It is mostly on purpose and has a purpose. I let the alliteration carry me away. Sorry about that.

©orporate ©haracters are used without kind permission: If you think you own a person, or an idea, seek help.

My goal is to post a chapter every ~~other~~ week, on Tuesdays. Targeting one thousand words per chapter in keeping with my short attention did i ever tell you about the time i rode a camel in Morocco? Constructive comments welcome; unconstructive ones may still be better than silence.
Spelling/Grammar issues, maybe you can PM me and i will fix (unless it was on purpose)

1-This Could Be The Beginning

I squinted in the blinding light.

There was an impression of wings against brightness.

Consciousness had fallen away like a shadow departing, the end of something that never really began, leaving me in a featureless non-place. Not indoors, not outside, there were no walls but no distance. I wasn’t standing on any particular surface, but neither falling nor floating.

A vague silhouette approached me from the brightness – even squinting I could not make out who or even what. The tempo of the footsteps was confusing, alien. The indistinct shadow drew nearer and I could clearly see wings. Then she was stepping through the light and was no longer obscured from my vision.

A light purple form, soothing lavender, had emerged from the glare. Four hooves, wings folding to her back as she touched down, and traces of magic twinkling around her horn: impossibly, I was facing the Alicorn Princess, Twilight Sparkle.

Had the star of a children’s story from half a millennium before my birth come to carry me to the afterlife?

Her ‘television program’ had never given a precise notion of just how tall she was. If you counted the tip of her horn, she was technically taller than me, her head approximately shoulder-high. Her back was a little above waist high on me.

And she was even more beautiful than they had depicted her – more beautiful than I could have imagined.

I knelt and asked, “Are you my angel or psychopomp come to guide me hither into the beyond?”

“What? No, this is only a dream.” She turned a circle, looking around. There was nothing for her to see in this non-setting, but her turn had the effect of giving me a look at her from all angles. “It’s a dream, you aren’t dying.”

“But, I—”

“Shhhh,” she said, “I’m just here for one thing: random, anonymous, dream sex. You’ll wake up in the morning with a goofy smile on your face and I hope you won’t remember anything.”

“What?”

Damn, she was sexy. But how could I be feeling such urges towards a mare whose adventures I had memorized until it seemed like I knew her personally?

“It’s only a dream.” She paced as she explained to me. “No risk of pregnancy or disease, no complicated relationship drama, no paparazzi up our plots trying to break a story. Clean and friendly. This is gonna be so simple!”

Then she smiled, oh that winning smile of hers. No human’s smile had ever lit up my heart so. Warm, genuine – she really thought it would be as she described — it might have even worked, but for one detail she could not know.

“Honestly, I was expecting something quadrupedal, but you’ll do. Buck me now, human. I’m wet back there.”

And behind her smile, just a tint of madness.

“Princess Twilight, what’s going on?”

“Listen, I am a princess of– wait! How do you know my name? No matter, I don’t need to worry about that.” She shook her head. “I have a lot of stuff going on in my life right now, and I really can’t spare the time, or risk scandal, to deal with any relationship in the real world. But I need, need, need some action, ‘Miss Lonely Saturday Night’,” she gestured with a fore hoof, making an unmistakable circular rubbing motion, “isn’t getting me there… That’s where you come in. In me, if you would, please.”

“Princess, there is something I must tell you.”

“No, peasant. I need it now. Whatever you want to say must wait,” she was firm. To be honest, I was getting firm too.

“Can we at least kiss first to get warmed up?”

She peered at me skeptically.

“So I can do a better job for you?”

Twilight rolled her eyes at my suggestion but she raised her head and offered me her cheek.

I put my arms around her and ran my fingers through her mane as I kissed her. If this was to be the last dream I ever dreamt, I could not complain. Squeezing her around her shoulders I noticed how tense she felt. Celestia! Despite her bold demands she seemed nervous. I nuzzled up against her, kissed her cheek and held her until some of the tension began to leave her. Gradually I kissed my way to her mouth and claimed her lips. At first she did not react to my intruding tongue but she cautiously returned my caresses. Soon we were exploring each other's mouths with abandon.

“Mmmmm most high Twilight, my Princess,” I breathed the words into her mouth, our lips still just touching, “are you still in a big hurry?”

“I want it even more now. But don’t rush, this is nice.”

Always a loner, this much physical contact with another was a novelty to me. And such a novelty! It was worth it to have waited all my life for tonight, immersed in the improbable delight of this final moment.

I dropped to my knees so that I could continue kissing Twilight and reach more of her body to touch and stroke her coat. My hands wandered down her neck and to her shoulders. She relaxed now and she swayed with me as I massaged the area between her shoulders and wing shoulders.

I guided her to move to her left a little – this put me to her right and better able to reach her privates with my more agile hand. I knew approximately what I was looking for, but this was kinda a first for me.

Scratch that, it was totally a first.

I didn’t know anything about the human female body that I could not learn from a datalink console and even less about an equine female: only what I could extrapolate from the fact that we are both are mammals. Extending that logic, my chances of finding my way around a mare from another reality were even further removed from my scant knowledge. Be that as it may, I found heat and humidity and as Twilight shifted her hindquarters towards my questing fingertips they lightly brushed the hard, sensitive, bump of her clitoris.

“That’s it,” she breathed, “gently, keep rubbing right there.”

Once I was on target I could focus again on kissing her – I had let the quest for her clit distract me slightly from the kisses. She was returning them with vigor and starting to lean against me harder. And then she tossed her head back, neighing loudly.

“Oh, Celestia!” she moaned, “unnnggh don’t unnnggh stop unnnggh.”

For at least a minute her moaning continued. My own desire was forgotten as I was caught up in her pleasure, transported beyond selfhood to bask in the glory of her ecstasy. Darkness called; in that moment I could have sunk into a deepness beyond the reach of dreams or waking, and still I would have counted myself owner of infinite contentment. All I had to do was let go; soon even that level of volition would become unnecessary before the imperative beckoning of the void.

Before I could fade permanently away, Twilight found her voice.

“Keep rubbing, but get that cock in me now.”

I scrambled to obey, switching hands to keep a constant massage on her clitoris and sliding around to approach her from behind. I feasted on the sight, from her pretty hooves, her strong shapely legs, up to the firm roundness of her light purple buttocks and the lush sweep of her long, luxurious tail. Still rubbing, I put my other hand at the base of her spine, sliding across her dock to brush the silky fullness aside. Revealed, a darker crevice held the imperial violet of her tight asterisk. Below that, holy of holies, the bright pinkness of her marehood winking from between thick, dark, labia. The pull was magnetic and my cock responded almost without my volition. It bobbed stiffly at the height of her vagina; I tightened my pelvic muscles to draw the tip through the glistening river of her arousal. Anointed with her lubrication my dick head slid effortlessly between her lips, pausing on the brink of entry.

The sight and touch of her had re-awoken my own desire, but there was one thing I really needed to tell her first.

“Princess—” I started to say.

“Now,” she commanded. Obediently I plunged my despair into her hunger and theentire universe changed forever.

—

Instinct guided where knowledge and experience were lacking; despite my ignorance I found a wellspring of pleasure that occasional forays into halfhearted solo play had never suggested.

With a rush of chagrin I realized that I was already already on the verge of orgasm after only a pair of strokes in and out. Before my shame could fully blossom into fear that I would disappoint her, Twilight was loudly neighing a second climax and my worries evaporated. Instead I threw myself fully into our coupling and allowed the animal drive growing within me to command my thrusting hips.

My mind was evaporating and my lips babbled, “oh, oh-oh Princess! Oh, your worship!”

I found that I had pulled my hand from her groin, I was reaching under her wings to grasp her body and pull my self hard against her, slamming myself deep into her warmth.

I buried my face in her mane and nipped her shoulder with my teeth; she moaned approval as I tasted warm and salt.

“Yes, human fill me now, do it!” Her throbbing pussy pressed tighter around me.

I was beyond crafting any verbal reply but Twilight seemed to understand my feral moans. Sight clouded with hallucinatory flashes of light as climax obliterated the last vestiges of thought.

As my peak faded I kept myself pressed tight against her, not wanting to pull out. Languor beckoned and I leaned forward on her back, kissing her between her wings, twining my fingers through her mane. My cock softened until it popped wetly out; Twilight gave a shake and I stood to avoid falling on the ground.

“Mmmmhmmmm, yeah, I could get used to that, even the silly warm up. How was it for you? Did you like the kinky intra-species angle?”

“Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow,” I panted.

Twilight chuckled magnanimously, “I’m reasonably satisfied with the result myself. I thought I was going to go crazy waiting for that.” She was grinning; I had just made love to the fictional character I had been fixated on for so long, and she was grinning about it!

“This was so sudden, Princess.”

“I know, and that’s what the spell is for, just some random release; you needed it as badly as I did. Obviously it means nothing, and when the magic ends, we go our separate ways. Now, what were you trying to tell me a while ago? I told you it could wait, right?”

“I love you, your Highness,” I confessed happily.

Her smile vanished.

“This is what you wished to tell me, before?” She spoke coldly; clearly my words were not welcome.

“Yes, Princess,” I babbled, afterglow blinding me to her sudden change in demeanor. “For years I have, from before I knew you really existed. Ever since I was a child. A human-foal if you prefer.”

“I should have listened to you, and just left. Stupid bucking human!” Princess Twilight Sparkle was no longer restraining her fury. “If I wanted love I’d go back to clopping in front of a mirror! This is not what I wanted!”

Stunned by her uncharacteristic hostility I couldn’t react as she turned away from me and kicked. Her rear hooves connected squarely with my abdomen. I woke alone in my room, retching from the impact the kick. Falling out of my bed, I vomited on the floor. Barely conscious, I wiped blood and vomit from my face with the back of my hand. Constellations of semi-dissolved pills shone like stars in my blurred vision as I passed out a second time.