Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

“What about you?” Twilight interrupted my gloomy thoughts, “there’s gotta be more stories worth telling about the last nine years.”

For the next couple hours I regaled her with tales of my doings over the years, stories of Gloam’s infancy and early childhood.

After recounting how Gloam’s experiment had caused an entire outfit of modern synthetic clothes to crumble off of her body, Twilight asked, “How’d you end up besties with the priestess of love and sex?”

“I wasn’t a member of the congregation, but I figured out where their shrine was and went there to pray. Mother Gaia visited me and when I woke, Isha was there. We’ve been inseparable ever since.”

Until now, Isha reflected grimly.

“She’s even taught me to help in the shrine. As an adept in the cult of Aphrodite, I can cure VD, or do minor healing, and I can tell if a woman is pregnant, or ready to become pregnant.”

“Wow, too bad you’re not a unicorn, those would be great skills in Equestria!”

I grimaced.

“I wish I could do magic with you.”

More oblique deceit, and I hated it.

“Don’t worry. You gave me a wonderful daughter. That’s pretty magical!”

If only she knew just how magical.I was sure that once Gloam could benefit from formal teaching, her aptitude would amaze her father. Give her one day in Equestria, and who could say what amazements she might produce!

“Can I visit the shrine?” Twilight asked.

I turned to Isha, seeking her word on the matter.

“Sure, let’s go. I trust that you will display appropriate reverence.”

“I am Celestia’s right hoof; the princess is the very hoof of the patron goddess of our world. I think you will find that I know how a mortal should behave in a divine presence.”

But was Twilight actually mortal, I wondered.

“Look at the time! Let’s grab some lunch on the way.”

—

Distantly I could was aware of Twilight telling Isha about Equestria. I was staring off into space, fiddling with a coffee cup and reliving the late night’s, or early morning’s, amorous activities. Imagining a repeat performance kneeling in the sweet grass of Equestria.

“A penny for your thoughts?” asked the waitress as she brought our sandwiches out. “You look like you’re on another world.”

“I totally got fucked in the ass,” I said dreamily gazing at Twilight.

“Really,” the waitress deadpanned.

With a start I realized what I had just told a complete stranger.

Twilight came late to the conversation. ”Yes, she totally did!” she confirmed.

“You’ll have to forgive those two. They’ve been apart for a while.” Isha attempted to intermediate on our behalf.

“Uh, hon’, Bunny—” I read the waitress’s name tag “—wasn’t actually asking for verification. I’m sorry for that, miss. I didn’t mean to gross you out with too much information. I was, as you said, on another world and it just slipped out. Uh, the words.”

“Don’t worry about it, dearie” she chuckled “I’ve heard worse, less politely, and it’s my fault for asking. As long as it was consensual and you don’t try to show me the evidence, it’s all good.”

—

Isha had pulled Twilight to the window to show her something, some detail of the cityscape. I think she might have been pointing out an empty building where a certain band of wanderers were staying until I could arrange to send them to a new world. I stayed behind to save a little walking. I didn’t regret last night, but I surely felt the aftermath with every step.

Alone at the table when Bunny wandered by to top off coffees, I only halfway noticed her murmur, “None of my business, of course, but since you were sharing. Do you prefer it that way?”

“Nah,” I said, lost in my daydreams, “my vag’ was sore from pony cock.”

“Uh, huh. That one was clearly my own mistake; I really shouldn’t have asked. Pony cock.”

I sighed happily. “All night long…”

—

“Surprised she didn’t throw us outta there, you two,” Isha said as we tromped down the sidewalk. “Not everyone wants to know the details.”

“I tipped well,” Bear assured her.

“Speaking of people who do want to know the details—” Twilight nudged me “—have you kept in touch with those two old ladies from the water park?”

“Oh, yeah, they even moved in with mean’ Gloam for a while. Beulah was recovering from a combat injury and lying low.”

“Edna and Beulah? Combat?”

Isha had remained, until now, blissfully unaware of just how interesting my former houseguests’ lives were.

“She got shot in the shoulder, took her months to regrow the joint.”

“What are those two getting into, to risk getting shot at?”

“Best not to ask, but last Time twilight and I saw them in action they were hunting down a couple of murderous aliens.”

Isha tried to reconcile that concept with the two women who had occasionally attended services at the shrine of Aphrodite. It didn’t work, but, “I hope my tits look that good when I’m a hundred.”

There are no secrets in the skyclad services held in honor of our goddess, and no hiding the fact those two had less droop to their busts than the average marble statue.

“A hundred?,” I whispered, “try over four hundred.”

“!” Isha startled.

“Yeah. Obviously don’t talk about it.”

“Wait a sec. Which shoulder?”

“Right.”

“She pitches with her right.”

“Yep.”

“She broke Big Kate’s bat!”

With a pitch like that, and a swing like that, and an illegal weighted bat like that, the Temple of Mars’s star hitter could have put the ball in orbit.

“Yep.”

“She got the Shrinemaidens of Aphrodite kicked out of the softball slowpitch league with that pitch.”

“No, no, no, they were just going to eject Beulah and Big Kate from the game. It was spitting tobacco juice on the umpire’s shoes that got us kicked.”

“Irresponsible! She could have killed someone with a fastball like that.”

“Kate could have killed someone just by hitting a normal pitch off her depleted uranium filled bat,” I insisted. “Remember, we had Mike on first? He’s a good kid, but not too fast moving. If she’d beaned him with a line-drive, Nelly and little Nella woulda been on their own.”

“I’m just guessing here,” Twilight said, “but is softball a nominally more casual form of stick ball?”

“Assuming stick ball is like the game we call baseball, yes, a little more casual,” Isha said, “At least when you don’t have Grandma Revenant facing off with the Augmented Atomic Amazon. Turn here.”

—

“Uh, where’s the boundary?”

Twilight had taken my account of Gloam’s scientific sartorial sundering and didn’t plan to walk in her daughter’s footsteps. I was looking forward to seeing Twilight naked, but maybe not by the destruction of her clothes.

“Edge of the grass,” Isha said. “The cement is safe.”

Twilight began awkwardly removing her borrowed human attire even as Isha slipped out of her own garments as effortlessly as if they were simply falling off her body.

Captivated by Isha’s grace and curves, I paused my own stripping. Much as I yearned to return to Ponyville, I was definitely going to miss that—

She was naked now and stepping into the shrine, Twilight only a moment behind her.

Hurrying, last, I stowed my clothes neatly and swept Twilight’s off of the ground to tuck them in the next cubby over. And then despite the pang between my legs I was springing into the sacred, leaving grey garments behind, leaving the grey touch of the concrete to imbibe the living greenth of the grass with my bare feet.

“I’d like to pray,” Twilight said. “Is there anything I need to know? Rules?”

“The altar’s over there—” Isha pointed “—do not venture through the stone doorway unless Aphrodite calls you. And if she calls, do not deny her.”

I stepped to my husband’s side and she put her hand on my shoulder.

“I’d like to pray alone, dear.”

I smiled and she strode away towards the front of the sanctuary, where she stood before the altar.

“I can take care of you while Twilight is praying.”

Panic and lust flared in twin fires and I stumbled slightly as my gaze flitted to Twilight’s back.

“Isha— I—”

“Not that, you goof. I meant healing. You got quite the stretching, I can tell it’s hurting you, but ‘by the grace of the goddess, I bring healing’. We can have you back in the saddle tomorrow. Lie down and close your eyes.”

“Thank you,” I said as I obeyed, stretching out on the luxuriant grass. The last thing I saw was a lone block of marble, Twilight no longer poised before it. “But I could probably, you know, just this once.”

Her refusal was unnecessary to voice. I knew the risks of self-healing with this power, the outcome of a feedback loop had been drilled into me before she taught me anything that could possibly create such a loop.

“I was just trying to make it easier for you,” I said lamely.

“I know. Allow me two minutes to clear my mind.”

I waited, counting just over a hundred heartbeats before she knelt beside me and spoke again.

“I will be limiting myself to external contact, else I will lose my self control.”

How perfectly the palm of her hand fit the curve of my pubic mound. Already magic was gathering, and with it holy, irrefusable, arousal. Warmth and comfort suffused my nethers, with days of recovery for my delightfully over-filled channel compressed into little more than five minutes.

Isha’s murmured prayers drew to a close.

“That pony dick did a number on you last night,” she said.

But now, as healing power flowed through me, I was edging on a divine orgasm.

“Fuck yeah.”

I wasn’t sure if I was agreeing with Isha or responding to the mystic interaction.

“I’m gonna—”

“Focus on Twilight.” If there was a slight catch in her voice, I was too close to climax to worry about it. “Remember what it’s like to be a mare and be able to safely accommodate a dick like that.”

In my mind’s eye I could see Twilight, as a stallion. Every bit as captivating as her mare form, but stronger, bolder. It was only imagination, but her deep purple eyes sparkled with lust and approval as she watched Isha and me making—

I was twining my fingers in the grass and I had lost the battle to resist pushing my hips up to grind myself against Isha’s hand. She denied me any further physical stimulation, but magic was enough and I silently peaked beneath her ministering touch.

When the endless intensity passed, my rigid body gradually relaxed and I was ready to melt into the lawn. I was too relaxed to flex my pelvic muscles to see if the ache which had accompanied me through the day –a physical reminder of just how much fun we had had last night– was gone. Faith told me that I was healed, and that was enough. Unfortunately, the ending of the process also meant the removal of Isha’s comfortable touch.

I could have seized her then, grabbed her fingers and raked them between my labia. I knew that if she touched the fire burning in my sex, felt the wetness of me, ran her fingertips across the yearning adamant of my clitoris, she would be unable to resist and she would be mine. Despite the climax which still echoed in my flesh, I hungered for more and the desire to posses her sang a guilty temptation in my heart. I’ll never know if it was some last vestige of self control, or merely languor, which saved us.

Instead I moaned a weak protest, which she ignored.

“No penetration tonight, but tomorrow should be fine. Got that?”

I was too limp to nod.

“Yes, priestess,” Twilight said, “we understand.”

Before I could wonder how much Twilight had seen, Bear’s voice sounded from the safe zone.

“I hate to spoil your afterglow, but we’re going to be late getting Gloam from school.”