Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

The orgasm was fading.

I was lightheaded from the intensity of the pleasure and from my neglected respiration.

But I was ready to attempt Twilight’s daunting pony cock.

“Oh Twilight that was… mmmmmmm yeah… need you in me.”

“You’re so delicious as a girl, honey, and I ache to put it in you.” She drew herself up, fore hooves on the bed above my shoulders, and gently nestled her cock between my thighs, immense, like a third leg. “Are you sure this is going to work while you’re a human mare? You’re smaller than a pony down there.”

“If we go slow it will be fine. I’m soaking wet and relaxed and ready. Gloam’s head was bigger around when she was born. But I don’t know if I can take you all the way in – you’re way longer than any of the human men—” I broke off. None of my IRL sexual experiences with human males had been pleasant.

“Shhhh… Just tell me how much feels good, and when to stop. I promise to stop whenever you say, just like you did for me.”

I let her loving gaze distract me from the fact that the cock pointed at my pussy was nearly the size of my forearm. “I’m ready,” I repeated.

She pressed just a little. I was slick from my own arousal, dripping with Twilight’s saliva, still slathered with the remnants of her ejaculation that had run down my body, and the slippery pre-come oozing again from her cock added to the mass of lubrication. Her glans was not quite lined up with me; I reached down to spread my lips and adjusted her alignment to my gateway. “Now…” I said. “Just a little more…” The tip was in!

“Tight,” she said.

“Mmmm, yeah, work it in, this nnngggh is challenging”

“Am I hurting you?” She froze.

“No, only a little. In the best possible way. Don’t stop.”

My pussy was so full - I couldn’t believe that I had accommodated that enormous slab of pony inside of me. Raising my head I peered towards our juncture and saw that she only just past halfway in.

“There’s more?” I gasped.

Twilight paused again.

“Keep going, I need it all, I need all of you.”

Twilight bucked me carefully, not too hard, as she continued to work her way in. With a pop she was in past the medial ring of her cock – thank goodness she was a pony and not a horse. Evenhalf of a horse cock would be too much. But what Twilight had to offer, I was starting to believe I really could take it all.

“Oh, Tangent!” Twilight groaned.

I might have still been getting used to the sensation of being wrapped around her immense organ, but she was fully engaged in enjoying herself.

“Tanna,” I murmured.

“What?” She stopped thrusting again.

“Keep going like that, don’t stop for anything. That’s my female name. Tanna.”

At the worst possible moment the door slowly opened about an eighth. A panicked thought of Gloam seeing her human mother in wild rut, bucked by her stallion father filled my mind. The relief when I saw Isha’s eyes was immediate, but instantly tinged with guilt.

Her face showed shock for a instant; shock was swept away by a huge grin. She was happy for me, delighted for me. I should have felt awful for her, but the generosity of her heart pushed me closer to a second orgasm which was brewing deep within me.

“Busy!” I mouthed the word silently and pointed unnecessarily towards the purple stallion occluding the lower half of my body.

“Twilight?” she silently asked. Her finger comically followed Twilight’s motion as she thrust in and out of me.

I nodded yes, as if there could be any doubt. Did she think I would fuck just any purple pony? Twilight didn’t notice, her eyes were closed. A thrill of pleasure at the thought of Twilight enjoying me so much that she was blind to the world. But I didn’t have any more attention to spare for girl-talk with Isha.

“Twilight, give it all to me now. I’m all warmed up, you won’t hurt me.”

Twilight complied, her thrusts deepening stroke by stroke until each insertion was taking her completely, balls deep, inside me. Maybe it hurt just a little after all.

But.

Oh.

Yes.

Isha’s eyes grew wider and wider as thrust after thrust Twilight’s cock plunged deeper into me. After Twilight had completed a few long, hard, deep strokes my friend made a cheerful and enthusiastically obscene gesture, gave a friendly leer, and slowly began to close the door.

I put Isha out of my mind to focus on my beloved. I ran my fingers across Twilight’s coat as she rode me. Once she was confident she was not hurting me with her entire length she relaxed and started bucking me in earnest. She lowered herself onto me, her weight pinning me to the bed as she slammed into me. With every stroke her heavy balls slapped my ass.

If I don’t die of pleasure, I thought, I’m surely walking funny tomorrow.

My second orgasm was drawing nearer but I wanted to come along with Twilight this time. She was groaning and calling my name. Her head was thrown back so I could not kiss her on the mouth, instead l licked her neck, slicking the purple coat with my tongue. When her pace increased I grabbed her mane I pulled her to me so I could kiss her. I reached up and ran my fingers lightly along her horn, purple sparks drifting off the tip as a magical precursor to her climax. As my touch pushed her over the edge, I let myself go and fell into the moment as we came together.

Once more time dripped like cold syrup as Twilight pumped her hot seed into my blazing lust. Every throb of her cock was a distinct event as my belly filled with heat and sperm, each surge throwing fuel on the fire down below. With a great lunge her last drops exploded inside me but she kept thrusting on and on, the flat glans of her equine cock acting as a piston inside me, pressing against the walls of my vagina to force as much semen as possible through my cervix.

“Oh, Celestia, I wish I was fertile right now,” I mumbled.

Twilight read me perfectly and didn’t slow until my orgasm faded. For a timeless moment she held me and we lay together as her cock softened inside me. As I slipped back into reality all I could see was the unfocused purple blur of her coat, my ears were ringing and there was a soft sound somewhere between a sigh and tuneless singing I finally traced to my own throat. Her cock slid out of me, releasing a hot flood which ran down my thighs and buttocks in ticklish rivulets to drip on the floor.

Twilight climbed up onto the bed and flopped onto her side, her cock shiny and wet, still dripping. I scooted to her and lay down with my head resting on her flank, legs stretched past her head and well apart to make sure she had a good view of my soaked pussy, could smell her semen and my fluids which saturated the strip of purple thatch at my groin and glossed my thighs. As I caught my breath I smiled at her with crossed and half-lidded eyes.

“Tanna,” she said.

“Nnnggg?”

“Just saying your mare-name. Tanna.” She smiled. “I understand your question in the library a bit better now.”

Almost casually she rested a fore-hoof on my pubic mound, applied just enough pressure that I could feel the weight on my clit. I must have moaned or breathed hard – encouraged she moved her hoof in a slow circle, maintaining a constant pressure.

“Tanna, can you come again for me?” she asked.

“Oh, my Twilight, my lover, my husband, my Prince, the room is spinning, I don’t think I could stand up now, but for you I would come until I die. Hoof me,” I gasped, “until I pass out.”

She did.