“A penis?”

Twilight looked at me, a mock-serious expression recalling our sexual role-playing of so long ago. I remembered her imperiously commanding me to go down on her in the shower. That must be almost a fresh memory for her, I told myself.

“Penis?” she repeated, standing so she could look sternly down on me where I sat, “since when does my human wife use such cold, clinical, language?”

I slipped from the sofa and knelt. I placed my forehead on the floor between her fore-hooves.

“Forgive me, Twilight, my prince, my lord and husband. What I meant to say was cock. I want you. With a cock. I want your hard throbbing pony stallion cock to split my human pussy. Plow this plot like a spring field when the master has returned from a long journey. Stretch me, fill me, explode inside me. Wash me clean of every unwelcome touch that has tormented my skin in your absence. I want you to finish giving me the fucking that you started years ago.”

Twilight gently placed her hoof on the back of my head held my face down to the floor. Oh, so gently, she held me there. Sorrow and worry had given way to utter lust and complete submission. I moaned, “buck me. Own me. Fill me. Drench me. I can feel it, I feel your power flowing, your body is changing and oh l love your pussy, Twilight, but right now I want your cock.”

Twilight's transformation spell completed.

“Fortunately,” she said, “it doesn’t take much power to repeat a change I’ve done before. Rise, beloved, and take that which is yours.”

She took her hoof from my head.

I raised my head up between Twilight’s forelegs and, lo, she was indeed male again. From this perspective her stiffening cock was pointed directly at me. I crawled forward, squeezing between her forelegs so that she had to shift her hooves, until I was under her, breathing hungrily on the tip of her erection. I worshiped it, rubbed my face along the shaft, kissed the flare, teased at her urethra with my tongue. When I opened my mouth wide and tried to suck it, I could only take the head and a bit of the shaft and that little was a tight squeeze. This definitely worked better when I was a pony too.

“…teeth…” squeaked Twilight in a somewhat higher pitch than her normal male voice. Silently I chuckled at the notion of ‘normal’. This was only our second time with her being the male to my female. There was too much undiscovered territory ahead of us to have any idea what normal meant.

I slipped my mouth off of the end and moved to massage the sensitive area under the glans with just my lips. I had scooted around to sit under her now, using my hands to roll her balls around in her heavy hanging scrotum.

“Tangent… if you keep up like that I am going to come all over your face…”

“mmmhmmm I’m counting on that. You good for two shots? Or more…”

“I really don’t know, I’ve only ever had one male orgasm, and that time we had a royal party-pooper before we could explore the possibilities.” I think she whispered, “Forgive me, teacher,” under her breath.

“We’re gonna find out more this time, mmkay?” I continued to massage her balls with one hand while I moved the other hand to stroke her cock.

“I—” Twilight started to say.

“That wasn’t actually a question.”

I returned my mouth to her cock and luxuriated in the sensation of licking and sucking the soft skin of her hard erection. It was glorious and huge and I wished I could take the entire mighty majesty of the perilous pleasure poker into my mouth without scraping her painfully – it was important that she enjoy this as much as I did.

I felt her growing harder in my hand and started to taste a hint of pre-come so I let go of her balls to wrap both my hands around the girth of her hardness. I had one hand above her medial ring, and one below; both hands quite full, stroking her, sliding the loose skin of her shaft and feeling the deeper rigidity it covered.

“Oh, Twi, I wish my mouth was big enough for all of you. It’s so big, so hard.”

“…” Twilight made a sound like she was trying to speak words but had forgotten how.

Instead of waiting for her to find her voice, I stroked faster and felt her cock starting to throb with her immanent ejaculation. I took a deep breath and when her semen jetted forth I caught a mouthful, filling my cheeks. She was still coming and her come splashed hot on my face and dripped down to my breasts. I gulped; while my mouth was closed to swallow another generous squirt shot along the side of my face and began to trickle down my back. Twilight was slowing and I focused on easing her all the way through her orgasm with the maximum of pleasure for her and the maximum of semen in and on me. After swallowing another mouthful, and receiving more all over my face, the last pulse of it surged into my open mouth.

“Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow” Twilight panted. “That was wow. Get up here and kiss me, my love.”

I rolled out from under her and stood.

“’Wow’ is right” I said, and threw my arms around her. We kissed long and hard and deep and her questing tongue hunted every last taste of pony semen from my mouth. When the kiss ended we stared nose to nose.

“Am I grinning like an idiot?” I asked, “’cos you sure are.”

“Yeah,” she grinned idiotically, “you are.”

“Good. I’m not sure which of us enjoyed that more. And there’s cold come running all the way down my ass crack now.”

Twilight nuzzled my shoulder and turned me around. She lowered her head to my ass, planted her nose between my cheeks, and licked upwards. I wiggled with pleasure as her warm tongue traversed my jizzy anus.

“That’s sorted,” she said. Her voice acquired a sultry rumble, making my knees weak. “Now let me at that pussy of yours,” Twilight growled, “I can smell the heat and lust of you and it maddens me with desire.”

I threw myself half onto my bed, feet on the floor, my bum right on the edge of the mattress, to allow full access to what I offered her. I had carefully spec’d a bed frame which would be extra strong just in case Twilight came back to me in pony form. It looked like my precaution would be paying off.

For a moment she stood still, devouring me with her eyes.

A shiver passed through her body, a frisson of barely restrained lust. My own desire was further stirred by witnessing the effect I had on her and I broke the silence with a small, needy, whine of a sigh and raised one hand in some approximation of come hither. Somehow all this sufficed to draw Twilight to me.

She kissed my knee, and then the other knee. Moving back and forth between my legs she worked her way up my thighs, placed a delicate kiss at the base of my slit. Instead of spreading my labia with her tongue she moved away to kiss my belly. She kissed in a spiral slowly getting closer to my pussy, round and round, nearer then farther, till the exquisite circling led her back to my cleft. By now I could feel my own moisture overflowing, running down and making the sheet beneath me even more damp than the semen and saliva I was already dewed with. She kissed me harder, used a careful hoof to spread me wide, smoothed the narrow strip of pale lilac hair aside, ran her tongue up and down the inner surface of my labia. My breath was ragged and gasping, I was loving every second of delicate torment waiting for her to finally finally finally move her attention to my clitoris. Up and down she continued patiently, as the tide of cataclysm drew inexorably nearer. Then. She was there. And I was gone, gone, gone, over the edge, her slow teasing had put me on the verge of detonation. I grasped her horn with my hand, buried the other in her mane so I could hold her on target as I humped my hips up towards her kiss. But she didn’t need any guidance she was perfect and I rode the orgasm across a galaxy of infinite purple stars where my awareness vortexed into nothing but the hard singularity of contact between Twilight’s tongue and my pleasure.

At some unspeakably distant light year I realized I had forgotten to breathe.

Author's Note

Big thanks to everypony who participated in last week’s pop quiz. If you got the correct answer, give yourself a very special prize. To celebrate the first hundred numbered chapters, this week the question is: based on what you all have learned about mood-swing patterns, what comes after “the good stuff”?