Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

After school, Gloam decided that we should all have a tea party together – and she would prepare it all by herself because she was a big girl. Every sound from the kitchen, I was ready to jump up and run to her rescue. Twilight and Isha, sitting on either side, prevented me.

Eventually, and uninjured, Gloam emerged.

“Dad, can you carry the tray?”

As soon as Twilight followed Gloam back into the kitchen I whispered to Isha, “How much did Twi’ see? While you—”

“No idea,” she chuckled. “I shut my eyes while I was doing my deep breathing and didn’t open them until you sprang to your feet to drag us all out of the shrine by our ears!”

Our departure might have been somewhat precipitous, but I did get us to school on time.

“So maybe the whole time?” I wondered.

“I’m not worried,” she said with calm amusement. “We did nothing to earn your husband’s disapproval.”

Let her smile with ineffable humor, she had no idea what sultry thoughts had flitted through my heart as she healed me. I’d like to see how wise and mysterious she could be with my face between her legs and two fingers—

Shit.

I was doing it again.

Before I could confess my sinful fantasies anent Isha’s sanctity, tea arrived.

Carefully Twilight set the tray down and Gloam began to pour cups for everyone.

“Hey, mom, why’s your alligator stick in the kitchen?”

“Uh—” I panicked for a moment “—I was showing your father some terrestrial technology.” That was true-ish, in a technical kind of way. I’m sure Twilight witnessed the effect of said device, ‘though she might have been distracted by, say, my rear end.

Please, please, please, tell me I washed it I thought desperately.

“I washed it,” Isha mouthed the words silently, laughter still sparkling in her vibrant eyes.

—

Somehow we ended up discussing fashion that evening, after Gloam’s lights-out.

“Nothing, Twilight, its just your outfit its so… never mind. I’m sorry.”

“It’s so what, Isha?

“It’s so six years ago. I’m sorry, that was a jerky thing to bring up. I’m not stylish enough to be critical. I don’t care what, or if, you wear, and I apologize for that slip of manners.”

“I don’t mind, no offense, I just don’t understand. I’m hardly a fashion statement my world, but how can you even tell? We’re all wearing the same colour.”

“Well, not really,” Isha disagreed, “look at our sleeves side by side.”

She placed her arm next to Twilight’s – due to a random lab accident Isha had replaced her favorite top and just happened to be wearing the newest state-of-the-dye-art thing in a very exclusive shade of grey, the designer garment subtily advertising the eye-catching attractions of her upper body. The top formed a coordinating contrast with her trousers, whose grey hadn’t been in fashion since last season, but which wrapped themselves very nicely around the attractions of her lower body.

Twilight compared the two garments, uncomprehending, and then shook her head.

“I can’t tell the difference. Tanna are these clothes really dated?”

“That’s definitely a twenty six twelve-ish colour,” I estimated. What year was it that I stopped wearing pants in favor of skirts for a few years? Twilight was wearing neglected articles dating from from before that shift.

“But… it’s… all… just… grey?”

I threw my arms around her from behind and hugged her affectionately, pressing my breasts against her back. “Twilight, this is a grey life here in the city. Trust us, we know our greys. I’d offer to update your wardrobe but I hope we aren’t here long enough for it to matter.”

“I don’t need to be a fashionista; where your days are drab, let your nights sparkle!”

“I want lots of Sparkle in my night,” I said, reaching around and pawing at the front of her pants.

“Good night, you two!” Isha pushed us towards our bedroom.

A moment later the door opened again.

“And take your ‘alligator stick’ too!” Isha set the vibrator on the doorside table, turned the sound dampening to max, and closed the door.

—

Twilight found me devouring her lilac flesh with my eyes as she undressed.

“Hey, so now that you’ve tried it both ways what do you like better? Pony cock or human cock?”

“Hmmmmm,” I drew out my reply to tease, “definitely…”

Twilight perked up her pony ears to hear my reply. So cute!

“Definitely Twilight cock.”

Twilight grinned. With her hand cupped under her scrotum she adjusted her entire package, balls and stiffening cock, for better display and thrust her hips forward.

“I just happen to have some right here, and it’s all yours.”

“I guess I’m still on medical hiatus downstairs, so you’ll have to make do with my mouth tonight.”

“Or I can just wait,” she said earnestly.

“But I can’t,” I grinned as I stalked her.

Twilight backed away – mayhap my toothy grin was a tad menacing, considering that I fully intended to put those same teeth close to her most tender bits.

She retreated until she could no further. I had her trapped against the bed and leaned in to kiss her. My flashing teeth might have made her nervous, but not her cock. It stood proudly, poking me in the belly as we kissed. I undressed without breaking the contact.

Longer we kissed, until I pulled back and asked, “dost thou require thy scepter polished, my lord?”

Slipping to my knees, I fawned on her cock, rubbing my face along it.

“Yes,” she said, finding her words at last, “yes please, please polish my yearning scepter with your sweet lips, O my bride.”

I ducked my head low and brought it up again with her dick draped across my face.

“As you will, so mote it be.”

I let the rounded head of her dick –so different than the pony dick of last night– slide down my face until it reached my pursed lips and then massaged the dome of her glans, wrapping my loveful kisses around the most sensitive parts. As joyous as it would be to get her off like this, I needed a good fucking. If my mouth was the target of choice tonight (Isha never said not to indulge in more butt stuff, but I decided I liked this better) I wanted to take her deep. I did.

After a time, I pulled my mouth off of her hardness, I licked and sucked my index and middle fingers as she watched, curious. I had a mouthful of thick, slippery, saliva triggered by her cock rubbing on the back of my throat; when my extended fingers were liberally lubricated I raised my eyes to Twilight’s. I put a question in my gaze as I gestured upward with moistened fingers.

Twilight’s eyes widened, but without a word she moved her feet slightly further apart to improve access.

“Tell me something you’ve never told anypony before,” I said as I placed my two fingertips gently against her anus. I synchronized the action with the return of my tongue to her dick. I started with a careful circular massage, round and round, fingers behind her, and tongue before. Slowly I entered her with my fingers and slowly I took her cock back inside my mouth.

“L– like what?” she asked as I worked on her with gentle thrusts, shallow sucks.

I drew back, without stopping my fingers.

“What were you dreaming, that morning we had breakfast at Fluttershy’s cottage?”

“Huh? Oh, that. I dreamed I was a filly again and—” I resumed sucking, momentarily overloading her speech centres “—yeah, like that, buck yeah. Anyway, when I was a pre-teen I masturbated exactly one time. And my mother caught me.”

By now my fingers were sliding in and out as far as the second knuckle; in time with this motion I was taking half of her cock into my mouth.

“She wasn’t trying to invade my privacy, but I was caught up in it, and she didn’t realize what she was seeing at first. Once she realized, she tried to leave without saying anything, but just as I was cooling down after coming I saw her.”

The pleasure I brought her made her wobble, pushing her dick further towards my throat. Instead of pulling back, I pushed forward, demanding her entire magnitude. When she tried to withdraw to allow me to breath, I used the leverage of the hand between her legs to deny the attempt, humping her groin with my face and driving my fingers repeatedly all the way in.

“So I was dreaming about that, and trying to pretend that I was just scratching my leg or something even when we both knew I was busted. Two days later I had my physical, got my shots, and never masturbated again until just before I met you.”

Not good – she sounded bitter about what had happened and I didn’t want to spoil a perfectly good blowjob for her.

Hoping to get her mind back on positive subjects, I detached from her cock long enough to ask, “but was it a good clop?” and let my thoughts wander to magic.

“It was bucking great.”

If my touch now carried more than mere physical stimulus, well, she need never know and I would be the one bearing the burden of extra volume she would produce. There could be no holding back, I needed her orgasm in my mouth now. My hunger roused her lust to greater energy and with the first taste of pre-come I realized that Aphrodite had willed it that Twilight would bear a divine burden of virility tonight. I was in for a heckuva ride. Twilight slid one foot back to steady herself, placed her hands on the back of my head, and began fucking my mouth in earnest.

“Mmm hmm?” I asked, mouth still full of dick, and expecting that her only answer would come in liquid form.

When she exhaled hoarsely and I knew it was time to receive the seminal blessing I longed for. Her orgasm flooded my ready mouth. Hot. Musky. A touch of salty-sweet. A clinging, indescribable, afterage at the back of my throat. And far more of it than I would have expected without magic in play. It wasn’t the flavour that made it delicious, it was the passion in Twilight’s groans of pleasure, the sexual energy flowing between us, the pure animal abandon as she slammed her hips towards my face that combined to make the taste as compelling as anything I could imagine and I treasured it greedily.

“But nowhere near as good as this.”

When her cock stopped throbbing and her hands fell to her side I kept the tip of my tongue pressed against the underside of her still-taut glans, massaging the sweet spot and catching the totality of her hot gift.

I still had two fingers up her butt, jammed their full length inside; carefully I massaged the smooth bulge of her prostate, a trickle of power still flowing through my touch, sustaining her pleasure even after the supernaturally enhanced ejaculation had finished. With my other hand I began rubbing forward from her scrotum, pressing along the centerline of her body, following the path of her urethra to express the remnants of her come towards my waiting mouth. Her cock had already it had lost some of its rigidity, I squeezed it like a cow's teat milking every delightful drop of her luscious liquid love. My ass had drained her reserves this morning, but the passage of time and whatever blessing the goddess had bestowed, she had produced generously since then and now it was all pooled at the back of my throat. With my mouth wide open I met Twilight’s gaze, and began to gargle sticky white semen.

“Oh, Em, Cee, Tanna you are unstoppable!”

I ran my tongue around my lips luxuriously, swallowed, and smiled with broad contentment.

“Un. Bucking. Stoppable.” She smiled back… as she wobbled I withdrew my penetrating fingers. Like a falling tree Twilight collapsed on the bed. After blowing a wad like that I expected her to be unconscious before she hit the sheets.

To my surprise, she wasn’t done.

“Climb up here and ride my face, beautiful. I’ll be careful.”

“I need to go wash my hand. I thought you were going to pass out.”

“Buck that, I need a face full of pussy now unless you’re still too sore. Wipe your hands on the sheets I’ll change the bedding when we’re done.”

Still I hesitated – I really needed to wash up.

“Please,” Twilight begged, “please come for me, beloved. Ride my face and come.”

My knees weakened at the sound of desire in her voice. How could Twilight Sparkle of Equestria, princess and mage, the pony I loved more than life itself, be so eager for my pleasure? Once again I would surrender to her.

I crawled onto the bed to position myself over her face.

“After that,” she said, continuing her story as I navigated myself above her, “I couldn’t help but notice that our house experienced an unnecessary influx of conveniently sized, safely smooth, cylindrical objects. My poor mother, doing her best.”

Twilight chuckled at the memory, and I was ready.

“Slow?” she asked, with a wry smile.

Eyes wide, I shook my head.

“Nuhn-uh.”

“Good girl.”

Her smile broadened. Firmly grasping my hips, she pulled my sex down to her hungry kiss.

Lip to lip, her mouth and my lower smile, I shook and rocked. Twilight’s oral stamina was unabated despite the length of time I had spent soaring upon her mouth.

With her hands lustfully roaming my body, with her tongue exquisitely wrestling with my clitoris, I ground my pleasure against Twilight’s face, slowly, refusing to peak too soon. When I knew I could not hold off much longer, I opened my eyes. Looking down at her over the dark skin of my mound, past the narrow damp forest of my pubic tangles, I found her gaze full of eagerness. I was closer than close and the sexual joy she drew from my passion pushed me over. Her eyes sparkled as she watched mine cross.

I buried my fingers in her hair and rode the orgasm across endless dreams.

The climax was timeless, a small eternity of pleasure, soaring beyond the fabric of space. Only the sense of long exertion in my legs muscles gave any clue how long I had been kneeling like this.

Eventually my brain re-discovered the concept of language.

“Oh, buck, Twi, are you okay down there? Have I been letting you breathe enough?”

“Rrmmf mmmmf great” was her muffled reply as I raised myself up. Her eyes were bright and happy, her face soaked with the bounty of my orgasm.

“Good, I was afraid I might smother you. Also, you’re really going to need to wash your hair.”