Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

I woke with a sense that I was alone in bed – for a moment I doubted my memories of the night before.

Rolling over and stretching, movement confirmed the reality of it all. I could feel that my skin was crusted with dried sex from chin to crotch to the nape of my neck and my body was a mass of aches from the exertions.

Reluctant to open my eyes to see what hour was displayed on the alarmer, I hoped there was time to shower before I needed to get Gloam up for school. I could throw what was left of the linens in the auto, later.

Undecided about the prospect of further motion, I cast my awareness about. Twilight was still in the room with me; sitting up would be worth making an attempt.

“Tanna,” she spoke when she saw me begin to stir, “there is a woman sleeping on your livingroom sofa. She wasn’t there last night.”

“That’s Isha. She has been my steadfast friend and teacher these last couple years.” Twilight flinched at the mention of years. “It’s okay, honey, it’s okay. We’re together now. Just never leave me and it will all be worth the wait. Never send me away.”

“This is disloyal to think let alone speak, but I won’t even let Cel-”

I stood, somewhat wobbly on my strained legs, and put my fingertip on her lips. “Don’t you dare say it. I will not lead you into words of treason. I too revere the Kellestrix as the hoof of the goddess and our divine ruler.”

“Aye,” she said, slightly abashed. “Are you alright? You’re walking funny.”

“I feel like I got bucked all night long by a stud pony.” I grinned impishly, but unevenly, at her. “And it was wonderful.”

But there was no denying that I was one sore individual after our various exploits over the course of the evening. Hot water, coffee and aspirin, would make a world of difference. I splatted a dose of aspirin directly over the vein in my elbow and watched the bright smear of the absorption agent darken to invisibility as it soaked through the skin. With a wave of hand signals, coffee was programmed to brew itself when the shower stopped.

“I really need a shower,” I said to Twilight, “and so do you. When I remodeled the domicile I made sure the shower had room for both,” I booped her nose playfully with mine, “of us even if one or both of us are ponies at the time, so lets both get cleaned up together. The new controls are hoof-friendly and there is no shower curtain or door to worry about – tile floor no worry about splashing.”

“Did your friend Isha watch us last night? I can smell her sexual need and self-gratification from the doorway…”

“Yeah, I think she watched us a little.” Actually I was pretty sure she kept watching much of the show after I stopped looking at the door. At least the first round. “And you put on quite a performance, my throbbing stallion husband!” I sidled up to her, put my arms around her. Then I loosened my hold of her, let one hand wander. My fingers brushed along her back, past her wings, over her flank (I could feel the slightly stiffer hairs of her cutie-mark), slipped around her back of her high and I grasped her scrotum from behind to gently held her balls. “So nice…”

But now was not the time to drain them again.

“I better wake Isha to get cleaned up too. Gonna be all of us in there, no shower-sex this time, my Lord Prince Twilight.”

“You know, uh, Tanna, at some point we should probably go back to our birth genders.”

“Yes, sir,” I said demurely, “but for now I will enjoy being your girl. I hope we can switch it up once in a while as we grow old together in Equestria.”

Still holding pony testicles, I added, “I can’t even remember what it was like to have a pair of these. If you so desire, I can be the male again when we get to Equestria. Or—” I tried to put a coquettish lilt in my voice “—I could be your mare for the rest of my life. You could fill me up whenever you wanted.”

“I—” Twilight seemed to be having a difficult time putting words together “—I think that barring recreational changes, I should be the mare.”

“So be it, your Highness.” I bowed my head in humble obedience – then raised my chin, eyes flashing. “But having carried and birthed your daughter, I will not easily relinquish the title of being your wife! Regardless of what gender I wear at any given moment.”

I released my beloved’s jewels and stepped to the living room. Isha snored on the sofa. One hand was still in her panties. She must have been pretty horny after watching Twilight impale me.

“You snore, sister,” I put my hand gently on her shoulder as I echoed her first words to me.

As she woke her fingers began massaging her sex – surely the last thing they had been doing when she drifted to sleep.

“Wow, Tanna, that was quite a display you two were putting on.”

“I’m sorry.” So many lost possibilities were laid to rest in those words.

“I’m not, I’m so happy for you.” Isha was grinning, though her eyes sparkled suspiciously bright. “You must have had the sound dampening on or I would have known not to peek in. But I'm glad I did. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Glad you enjoyed the show, I know I loved it. Hands off the pussy, darling. We all need showers and its less than an hour until Gloam gets up for school, so we’ll be in there together to save time.”

“Two girls and a stallion crowded into a shower stall? Sounds like a set up for a rude joke.”

“Or a peanut butter advertisement. But it won’t be crowded – there’s room for two ponies to play sexy pony shower games together.”

I took her hand, pulled it from her groin. She moved her other hand to replace it and continued rubbing. I sighed and led her to my room.

“Twilight, this is Isha Myrtle. She’s been my boon friend and has helped me learn some Terrestrienne magic. Isha this is my husband Twilight Sparkle. Now lets all get naked, stop masturbating, and clean up!”

“Undress me?” asked Isha, “I’m not done and I really gotta take care of this. Still out of my head after watching you two last night.”

“Oh, honey, you’re hopeless…” I complained but I didn’t actually mind so much. Twilight watched me curiously, inscrutable now. I started pulling Isha’s undies down with my hands, but when I noticed Twilight’s intense stare, I let go and kneeled to grab the elastic with my teeth. Isha’s hand brushed against my face as she continued to pleasure herself. I pulled the panties down to the floor, pulled them under right foot and then left to get the garment free. Still holding them in my teeth I carried them to the autowash. Now I pulled her camisole up, tugging it carefully past her large breasts and over her head bit by bit with my mouth, until it hung from the wrist of the hand she masturbated with. She switched hands again and I carried the garment to be cleaned.

“I swear I’m not just being a perv,” Isha insisted, “Aphrodite’s worship is my bond and duty…”

Twilight was puzzled by the assertion.

“It’s legit, hon’,” I told her, “Isha is priestess of Aphrodite, a sex and love goddess of this world. We actually met at the shrine of Aphrodite; she’s a little like Princess Cadance but a bit more engaged the physical side of the romance and love Princess Cadance promotes.”

“Bu-u-u-u-t,” Isha’s voice trilled in nearness to orgasm, “it was Mo-o-o-ther Gaia who-o-o appeared to youuuuu. Atheshrine.”

Isha was leaning against the wall now. Fully naked and really getting into herself as Twilight stared intently. I slid my hand under my beloved’s lavender loins – yep, she was getting hard.

“Who told you Cady is only about sweet innocent romance?” Twilight asked, leaning towards my touch. “Why do you think we call her land the Crystal Kinkdom?”

“Uh, blame Faust for that misunderstanding. And I’m guessing that Isha’s condition is a lingering side effect of watching you bone me so delightfully last night,” I said, running my fingers along her cock. We were both intently watching the priestess of sex pleasure herself.

Isha crested, crying out, “oh, oh oh, bless these lovers and accept my worship oh Aphroditeeeeeeee!” and sliding down the wall as she came; at last she sat panting on the floor.

“Why is Isha’s, uh, genital area fur so different than yours? I don’t just mean the colour.”

Unlike my narrow strip of crazy purple frizz, Isha’s consisted of a lush, velvety patch of dark curls, a thick triangle masking her entire mons veneris in shadows of mystery.

“Humans call it pubic hair, Twi, pubes for short.”

“Bush,” Isha stated between breaths.

“That too,” I agreed. “Anyway, her hair is different texture than mine because of genetics, just like the hair on her head is different than mine. But I changed the colour and limited the growth area on myself when I was studying magic, years ago. I’m not representative of any baseline human appearance.”

“Magic, huh?” Isha muttered. “I just figured you must spend a fortune on razors and hot wax. Or maybe you have Bear tweeze you with a precision manipulator.”

“No!” I squawked, instinctively covering my crotch with my hands. Beyond the strip of fuzz that almost concealed the slit, my pubic mound was silky smooth, free of stubble and ingrown hairs that would result from such hypothetical shaving and plucking.

“Pleased to finally meet you, Twilight,” Isha said after a laugh. She stood again, asking, “is it this way to the sho – Woah, de-luxe!” she said as she turned the corner “if I’d known you had a fancy shower like this I would have had another reason to move in to help keep your bed warm until your purple stud here came back for you.” She slapped Twilight’s ass playfully.

“Hands off! Mine!” I pulled a fake pout, then switched to a submissive stance. “Unless my Lord the sexual stallion would like to start a harem of receptive human mares to breed many strong foals upon.”

“Kinky,” said Isha. “But don’t go offering my virginity to your husband without my permission. Not say I won’t give myself to him if you’re part of the deal, but I insist you deflower me before I dast ingulf his might.”

“Really‽”

“Yes, really. Up to your wrist, just to get me warmed up. I’ve seen what he can do!”

“No, I mean really, you are? I just naturally assumed…”

The memory of our interrupted encounter on Gallop assumed a new poignancy; Isha fell back on formal speech to distance herself from the reminder of the opportunity she had lost.

“Our Lady accepts my devotions solitarily – a partner is not required for her worship and I have never desired any, save one.” She looked at my nakedness with frank rue. “There were so many times that I was ready to give myself to you… I’ve never even dared the rite you performed the night we met.”

“Wait. The rite I…? When did you get there, how much did you see?”

“It was evident exactly what transpired without seeing it take place. But in sooth I heard your prayer in its fullness and saw the grounding ritual you performed.” I felt he heat of blush rise to my cheeks. “Not for naught am I the priestess of Aphrodite, I do have understanding of these matters. Be not shamed, sister.”

I thought for a second. “What about the two thugs? How’d they get in if you were there the whole time?”

Isha rolled her eyes. “I left you unguarded for a hundred seconds to take a blessed piss, and for the first time in my life intruders violate the shrine. Believe me I would have not dealt with them as mercifully as you did. Had you spared them, they would have learned the true folly of their ways.”

“Did I err?” I asked.

“Your only mistake was performing the ritual with nobody to watch your back. An error you only made once.”

Hmmm, I always assumed that Isha knew…

Twilight coughed. “Can someone with fingers shampoo my mane while you two reminisce? Please?”