Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

I scrambled to the kitchen and found coffee steaming in the automatic coffeepot and Gloam sitting at the table already dressed.

In spite of the lingering aches from the night before, I moved like a whirlwind in the kitchen. Cooking, pouring coffees, and checking Gloam’s outfit for the day.

When Twilight and Isha emerged a bit after I did, I had coffee and toast waiting for them; I’d whip up something more substantial once Gloam was safely off too school. She was almost done with her food and almost time to go.

“Hiya, Gloam,” said Isha, “glued anything to anything else since I saw you last?”

“No.” Gloam tried to pout, but she was too excited to have Twilight with us, and now Isha too, for her sullen act to be very convincing.

“Glue?” asked Twilight.

“I got glue in my hair, that’s why it’s cut so short.”

“You look great, honey,” Twilight said, “the short hair is very stylish on you. How’d you glue get in your hair?”

“I stuck myself to the ceiling.”

Twilight tried not to inhale her entire mug of coffee into her lungs as I picked up the narrative.

“Let’s just skip over why she thought that was a good idea, and get to the part where they call me to come get her at school.”

“Oh, no,” Twilight gasped, “at school?”

Isha was grinning – she loved this story.

“So I get a message,” I continued, “asking me to get to the school as fast as I can, and to please bring some hair clippers ‘cos they can’t find any. Now, my instincts are trying to imagine the worst possible thing, but really, I can’t come up with anything. I mean, hair clippers, right? I had no clue. So I hurry. Everything goes wrong, from dropping my clippers and breaking them, to finding a store to buy new ones, to the transit getting re-routed around tunnel maintenance and I had to jog two kilometers back to the school from the nearest stop. Imagine my state when I burst into the classroom and see my daughter hanging from the ceiling—” I waited for Gloam to supply her part.

“Stark naked,” Gloam supplied on cue, rolling her eyes. She had endured the telling of this tale more than a few times.

“—but uninjured. That was all I really cared about, and then I used the clippers to cut her free from her hair.”

“Gloam, why were you naked?” Twilight asked.

“It hurt!” Gloam protested, “I wanted to shed as much weight as possible. So I took off my clothes. It’s just natural, anyway.”

“See! See! See!” I was hopping up and down for this part of the tale. “She’s so smart! We just gotta work on the ‘wise’ part. Your dad can help you with that, honey.”

“It makes perfect sense to me.” Twilight nodded her approval.

“Don’t let all the praise go to your head, Gloamster,” Isha advised.

“It’s probably too late,” Twilight confided, “if she’s like her father, she knows damn well she’s brilliant.”

Gloam and Twilight shared pair of mischievous grins. It was so good to see them hitting off well. The bond they were already forming bode well for family life.

A chime sounded and it was time to leave for school.

“Have good day, brilliant Father,” Gloam kissed Twilight on the nose and hugged her. “I promise not to tell the class polit officer that my mommy just spent the night with a pony.” But she flubbed the timing – Twilight had paused before her next sip of coffee to listen to Gloam’s words.

“Be good, mom,” Gloam said before she left for school, “I don’t think I could get used to a domicile full of younger siblings. And my babysitting fees are hella high.”

She kissed me and ran out the door.

“Wow,” said Twilight, “what a wonderful foal! I still can hardly believe I’m a parent.”

“I guarantee she’s yours. As if the purple tint to her colouration wasn’t clue enough. Humans don’t usually come in that colour.”

“I remember. And I don’t doubt for a moment. As I told you last time I was here, I trust you absolutely.”

“Do you have enough power to spare to turn anthroform until we can go home?”

“I think I can manage that. It will keep us stuck here just a little bit longer.”

“But it will make it easier to avoid drawing attention, and we don’t need that.”

“Ok.” Twilight set her coffee down and stepped away from the table. A rose glow passed over her body and she stood before us, a winged and horned demi-human. I was pleased to see that she was still male, and stood naked and glorious. As before, her hair had taken the colour of her mane and her skin was the paler purple of her coat, darkening slightly at her groin and cock.

Did I say cock?

This was perfect.

“Nice package,” Isha commented drily, “better hide that, I think Tanna is on the prowl.”

The warning came too late. Before Twilight could blink I was on my knees and kissing her cock.

“Woah, Tanna!”

“You are not getting away from me, mister.” I put my hands on her hips. “We still have lots of catching up to do.” I impaled my face on her cock and started sucking her in earnest.

“Coffee and a show! You go, girl!” cheered Isha. I’m not sure her encouragement was strictly necessary, I was already giving the best head I could, and loving it. It was everything I wanted to do last night when Twilight’s pony cock was too large for my mouth.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed every centimeter of Twilight’s hardness.

Another discrete chime sounded — Bear’s confirmation that Gloam had met up with proctor who escorted all the children from our building to school. With her safety assured, I could focus on the task at mouth.

By Celestia, I enjoyed felating my husband’s sweet, sweet penis. She was getting close. I considered taking her all the way with my mouth, decided I needed her treasure inside me. But...

“Ok, I need you in me now.” I stood and then bent over the counter. “My pussy’s sore, so you’re gonna have do me. In. My. Ass.”

Twilight gulped audibly. “Are you sure?”

I answered her question by reaching behind, spreading my cheeks, and waving my backside at her. I waited, wishing I had a tail to swish.

It was super effective: Twilight approached me like she was in a trance.

“Do you… really… mean…” she mumbled.

“I don’t see any ponies here.”

“Lube it up, sweetie!” Isha interjected. I had already forgotten that we had an audience. “Or you’re gonna be sore there, too.”

I didn’t want to break the spell that seemed to captivate Twilight. Instead of running to find lube from my room I reached down the counter and grabbed the last tablespoon of butter and rubbed it down my ass crack and around my anus. Then I slicked Twilight’s cock with the butter remaining on my fingers.

“Plug my bunghole, Twi” I said.

She carefully pushed against my buttery sphincter as I willed myself to relax. With a sigh I opened my cloacal passage to receive her might. When she entered me, the penetration was every bit as gentle as she had been the first time last night. Starting slow and working her way into me deeper and deeper. Her humanoid penis was significantly smaller than pony dick, but since my ass was tighter than my cunt, it was still a stretch. I was definitely correct, last night, not to let her buttfuck me before she transformed. This was just right; pony dick would have killed me.

Once she was sure she could get her whole length in, she grabbed my hips and established a rhythm.

Most of my backdoor experience had been when I was male, fooling around in magical dreams. What little experience I had as a woman had taught me that the neural wiring was definitely a little different back there as a female. The physical sensation was very different, and though self exploration had not prepared me for what it would be like with someone I loved, it was going to take more than well buttered sodomy to get me off. I put one arm on the counter and rested my head on it. My other hand I reached down to rub my clit. I focused on rubbing in time with Twi’s cycle of thrust and withdrawal, the two sensations alloying together as they raced through my nerves.

A moment later, Isha was fumbling with my hand. For a second I thought –hoped– she was going to join in. Then I realized she was handing me a vibrator - now that is what you call a good friend. Aphrodite only knew how she found my stash of special equipment so quickly. Come to think of it, Aphrodite’s help was probably how she found my stuff. I switched it straight to maximum speed, to power myself down the home stretch.

By now Twilight was plowing my ass like it was the back forty and after a few more minutes the throbbing of the toy against my clitoris pushed me over the edge.

“Uh-Twi, uh-Twi, uh-Twi” I panted before my vocalizations broke down into an inchoate howl of pleasure. Twilight’s thrusts grew harder and she slammed me against the counter as she filled my ass with her come.

I was still learning over the counter and breathing hard when Twilight release my hips and pulled her cock out.

Something went bloop as she withdrew and it seemed that there was more than just semen running down my legs.

“Oh, Ceesh, her Highness was right. That’s kinda messy.” Twilight was too satiated with pleasure to sound very upset about the mess.

I smiled with half-lidded eyes and took her hand.

“Back to the shower for us…” I said.

—

“Bunghole,” said Twilight with a chuckle. She started the shower as I finished with another bathroom fixture.

“You did. You bunged my bunghole like a champion.”

“Not the most ladylike phrasing, I guess.”

“Not the most ladylike mess, I guess,” I said as she soaped my butt crack. “Take me home to Equestria, and I’ll make sure to ask Dame Rarity how to properly request such a service.” I accepted the bar and began to wash her cock. “And next time we try this, you gotta let me do some cleaning first.”

“Ha! I dare you to ask her.”

“Oh, it’s on, I totally willask her. Careful not to get soap in my pussy.”

—

We were still grinning even after we toweled off for a second time and returned to finish breakfasting.

“How’s yer ass, babe?” Isha asked after an act that was ‘not favored but not forbidden’.

Without sparing a thought I tightened and relaxed the relevant muscles as self-check for soreness.

“My ass,” I replied happily, “is great.”