Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

“This doesn’t even make sense,” Twilight said.

I woke in the early morning, long before time to get up. The sheets were clean, Twilight was showered, and now she sprawled across me, sucking my left nipple, grinding her erection on my leg.

“Less talk,” I said, “more suck. You can alternate sides since you only have one mouth.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” she continued between sucks, “that I even know what to do with boobs. Breasts are not part of the sexual experience for ponies. As you know.”

I did know that. Going after a mare’s teats during sex would probably get a lover kicked.

She raised herself up, still squeezing boobs, tweaking both my nipples with fingertips, but her sweet lips were no longer on me.

“Why do I like your tits so much?” Twilight sounded truly baffled.

Fully awake now, I slid away from her, to the middle of the bed. I could explain my ideas about a meta-framework of magic and the vast array of subsidiary assumptions that are invisibly incorporated in shape shifting magic. Change from pony to human, I theorized, and who could say how your pony personality might map onto a human psyche. I could delve into the possibility that pony sexuality, magically transformed, could easily encompass human traits that did not exist in pony life.

Or I could give her a practical demonstration of the effects.

“Let me show you something,” I said, “get on your knees and straddle me.”

My breasts aren’t large, a comfortable a-cup when I can be bothered to put a bra on. But when I squeezed them together—

“Here, Twi, slide your cock in between them.”

“Why—” she started to ask. “Oh! That’s nice.”

I released my squeezing hands and guided Twilight’s hands to take their places.

“You can adjust the—”

She squashed my boobs tightly around her cock, unneeding of any further explanation.

Chin down so I could see the action, I watched her, she was enjoying my cleavage, sliding between my breasts.

“It’s called titty fucking, Twilight.”

I kissed her dick head at the top of a stroke and she groaned an acknowledgment.

“Titty fucking! Titty fucking! Titty, titty, titty fucking!” I repeated, oddly pleased by the childishness of my words. “I want you to fuck my titties until you come!”

I don’t think Twilight heard a word I was saying at this point. She was too busy titty fucking. Titty fucking me.

“Why didn’t we ever do this when I was the human mare? This is bucking great!”

“I’m glad you approve.”

“You’re going to be wearing my approval in about three, two, one—”

I grinned and gave her a double thumbs-up as she came all over me, semen splashing my neck and chest.

One droplet landed on my lip and I waited until I could make eye contact with Twilight before delicately licking the trace of musky sweetness.

—

After a quick clean up (I chucked the empty tissue box at the trash receptacle, knowing that more would be ordered without any further action on my part) it was still a full hour before the alarmer would sound its battle cry, so Twilight and I lay down again.

“Little nap, before we gotta get up?”

Twilight, spooned up behind me, clamped a hand onto my pubic mound.

“That would be, ‘no’,” she said.

“Are you ready, already, or are you gonna blow me?”

“I feel like I shouldn’t be ready to go again so quickly, but I am.”

“Whatever Aphrodite spoke to you about, it’s none of my business. But I know from reports from several ladies, that the effects on a guy after a visitation can linger.”

I rocked onto my back so I could reach Twilight’s crotch. Definitely lingering, she was almost hard again despite anointing my chest so recently.

We didn’t have a lot of time before the day would start, but we didn’t rush things, lying side by side, feeling each other up. Slowly I stroked my hand along her rigid cock, and there was something very luxurious in the silky sensation as her fingers traced their way up and down the bare skin on either side of my narrow landing strip.

She broke the kiss to ask, “when you changed your body, why didn’t you get rid of all the extra hair?”

Her finger dove into the depths of said hair in search of ever more nerve endings to excite.

“I may act immature, but I don’t want to look under age. I’ve got small boobs, perfectly smooth pits, if I didn’t have at least a little pubic hair I’d look like a little girl.”

“Good point, you should keep your age of consent fuzz.”

“…” I said as her fingers entered me.

“What’s that? Feeling okay?”

“Dick.”

“Are you calling me names, or making a request?”

“Dick, now,” I insisted and she relented from teasing me.

My legs parted as Twilight scrambled to mount. With a kiss she sealed my lips and used one hand to guide herself in. As her turgid pleasure poker stirred my steaming lust I realized that with would our first time doing it plain vanilla style in our reversed genders. And with vanilla like this, I couldn't complain. Before I could give the matter much thought, her hips were hammering against mine, her hardness finding its home deep within me.

“Oh fuck, yeah, Twilight, fuck me.”

“I am, if you’ll pay attention.”

What a smart ass. I should have jerked her cock until she was as desperate as I was.

A moment later, “I’m sorry my pony dick roughed you up.”

“I’m not sorry, it was fucking wonderful.”

“So wonderful that you needed magical healing?”

“That just saved time. I would have been fine in a couple days anyways. How much of healing did you see?”

“All of it, I think. I got there just as Isha knelt and lay her hand on you. I didn’t even notice, at first, that her eyes were closed.”

“You saw…?”

“Saw you come for her? It was really hot. I’d love to watch you two get it on for real.”

Mmmm.

Or, “what if I watched you fuck Isha, just like this?” I asked.

“Oh, Tanna!”

It was a smoldering fantasy, imagining my husband filling Isha with this passion, and my climax arrived only slightly after Twilight’s.

Then my pleasure was fading, and in my wanton dream, Isha reach out plaintively for me…

—

“Twilight totally gave me a pearl necklace this morning,” I bragged to Isha later in the day. “And then we banged.”

“I didn’t think you were much into jewelry,” Isha said absently before she noticed my cheese eating grin. “Oh! You twerp!” she cried and jumped up. “I’ll spank you just like I spanked Gloam when she peppered my underwear drawer!”

“Kitchen is safe zone!” I cried, dashing towards the illusion of safety.

The ‘safe zone ploy’ never worked for Gloam either – Isha grabbed me in a headlock and dragged me to the sofa.

“Dammit, Isha, you can’t spank me, I’m old enough to be a grownup!”

She had flung me over her lap and was wrestling my shorts down.

“A real grownup does not wave her freshly dicked pussy under her virgin girlfriend’s nose while bragging about getting so much dick she’s even resorting to outercourse!”

With a tug, my shorts and panties were around my knees and she gave my bare ass a loud slap.

Smack!

Isha wasn’t faking it, this stung.

Smack!

Twilight emerged from the bedroom. She stopped and stared when she saw Isha and me.

Smack!

“Uhhhhm, don’t stop on my account. But I’m gonna watch.”

Smack!

Something was happening.

Smack!

The front of Twilight’s pants were visibly tenting out.

Smack!

I was helpless in Isha’s strong grasp, but here was no fear, no danger. My buttocks stung from the skin reddening swats. Twilight’s eyes were full of lust. A flush up heat rose up in me as these factors combined. Somewhere, in an hitherto-now unexplored region of my libido something new happened: it was like adding one plus one plus one and getting blinking florescent black as the answer rather than the more expected tertiarity. In an utterly novel combination I found the strange mathematics of: helpless + pain + Twilight watching = climax. The unexpected nearness to orgasm hit me like a freight lifter.

“OooooOOOooooh! I’m gonna come Twilight get your dick in me now!”

She didn’t hesitate. With my backside exposed and her cock grown hard, she unzipped and threw herself at me. Ripping my shorts the rest of the way off, she was on me, and in me, before I could even climb down from Isha’s lap.

“What the fuck you two?” Isha demanded as we ignored her, “I am not sex furniture!”

Like it or not, she was gonna be sex furniture, with me sprawled across her lap and Twilight eagerly fucking me. My pleasure spiked, plateaued, and relaxed as sudden and unexpected as it had appeared. Out of breath, I panted as Twilight fucked me, enjoying the remnants of my pleasure, anticipating hers. Isha was not the most comfortable surface to support me while being fucked, but I joyed in Twilight’s enthusiasm as she filled me.

“I love you,” Twilight murmured as she cuddled against my back. She sounded ready to sleep again; I’d need to get her up before we got our sex mess on our impromptu hostess.

“Oh I like to watch, alright, but this is outragi–” Isha’s complaint was cut off mid-word. I twisted around to look at her; she stared blankly into space, jaw hanging slack.

“Twi! Get up, get up,” I said, “something’s wrong.”

Twilight rolled off of me, clumsy with her pants around her knees, landing on the floor. As I held Isha’s shoulders, her eyes gradually returned to focus and filled with tears.

“Oh sweet Aphrodite. You two are so beautiful together. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Isha sobbed.

I had turned to face her, straddling her lap, too worried about her to spare a thought for my moist pantslessness.

“What happened, Isha? Are you okay?” I held her tight, desperate for confirmation of her well being.

“There is a ritual,” she said, “where the supplicants make love before the priestess. They anoint her with their mixed fluids and she can scry something of their future together. I’ve never performed it. Before now.”

“What did you see?”

“The goddess, I saw Aphrodite’s face. She told me that if I defy her, I am no longer her priestess. That wasn’t enough to deter me. She also says that I must wait for ‘even better’ or I will ruin everything for you both.”

Isha squeezed me tighter, weeping into my bosom, finding comfort between my breasts.

“And that’s enough to stop me.”

“Isha…” I was on the verge of tears too, running my fingers through her hair.

“I would throw it all away, give my life even, to make love to you just once, Tanna, but I won’t jeopardize your happiness with the pony you love.”

“I’d do anything for you, except lose Twilight.”

“I know, babe. And you can brag about your crazy, sexy, exploits anytime you want. I’m happy for the two of you even if I can’t join.” She sniffled loudly, then mumbled, “Also your boobs smell like jizz, but I’m not letting go of you until I’m done crying.”

“Will you two sad sacks cheer up?” Twilight demanded. “We all need to be strong so Isha can find this ‘even better’ that Aphrodite herself swears by.”

“Yeah!” I tried to put a brave face on. “And once she has fulfilled the command, you and me can swing with Isha, and her ‘even better’!”

Twilight and Isha made eye contact and nodded.

“What?” I asked. “Hey, what are you two do—”

This time Isha held me down while Twilight spanked.