Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

Another day had passed since Twilight had spared enough power to take a demi-human body. She had stayed male, and I was okay with that – very, very, okay. I certainly had no desire to resume a male human body. After my years in the form of a woman it seemed natural to limit my masculine side to my pony stallion form. Or maybe even say goodbye to it forever, if my beloved would agree.

In the mean time, we would enjoy a quiet, uneventful, domestic life as we waited for her power to recharge enough to take the three of us home to Equestria.

—

Gloam kissed me goodnight and scampered off to bed to sleep.

I nudged Twilight to suggest that we scamper to our own bed. Sleep, of course, was another matter altogether.

She stood, but instead of leading the way to our chamber of restless and deranged fucking, she stepped next to Isha and took her hands.

“Will you come to bed with us? You can watch us make love and touch yourself. We’ll all try to come together and still obey the hard command of your goddess.”

Isha smiled hugely, warmth suffusing her face.

“That’s so kind of you Twilight, I appreciate it, I really do. But if I am commanded to get over Tanna, fulfilling only the letter of the command, while brazenly molesting the spirit of it, is not going to help. Thank you, but I must decline.”

“Alright, but take care of yourself; I mean that both euphemistically and literally. Tanna and I care about you.”

“Whether I touch myself thinking about you two is another matter. Fuck Tanna real good for me, okay Twilight?”

“Got it!” my princess said.

I grinned with anticipation.

—

It was unreal to imagine us together any other way. Despite memories which I knew were factual, this joyous configuration with her as the penetrating partner, and me the receptive, was more satisfactory, more real. Missionary position benefited from our matched sizes; just as well as when our genders were the opposite, our flesh mated perfectly, groin to groin and lip to lip.

Her lips had wandered from mine to tug gently at my ear.

“So did you ever get your mother,” I murmured in hers, “to stop planting potential improvised dildos around your house?”

I might have improvised a time one or two in the years we had spent apart, but there was no need for Twilight to know about my extensive collection of sex toys.

“Unf, yes,” she kissed her way down the side of my face, under my chin, and up the other side; all this without missing a beat as she humped me. “It wasn’t easy. I couldn’t deny that I had that one clop, not when she caught me in the act. And I had no idea why I no longer had any urge to try it again. At first I thought it was just the embarrassment affecting me, but the impulse never came back.”

“I don’t understand.”

I wasn’t going to come this time, but that was fine. I might have rushed from foreplay, to doing the deed, a trifle early, throwing myself onto my back and spreading my legs for Twilight to mount me. Even without the promise of orgasm, getting fucked like this really rang my bell.

“Eh, I’ll explain that part someday.”

“Hmm?” But I wouldn’t press the question. “So, what about your mom?”

“I bought a real dildo. Not too obscenely detailed, not particularly large, and I let her ‘discover’ it hidden in the bottom of my underwear drawer. Gradually the big fat candles, the baskets of smooth-skinned cucumbers, and decorative wine bottles faded away.”

“Bless her for trying to take care of her Little Twilight.”

“Yeah. Even when I was embarrassed, I always knew she was doing her best for me, no matter how awkward it was for both of us. I’m gonna bust, are you—”

She was already accelerating for the final stretch and I interrupted her question, “no, just do it, I want you to.”

She did.

Undistracted by any climax of my own I could feel and enjoy every throb and twitch of her cock as she filled me with her heat and passion. Sweet Lady, this was delightful, and I relished the weight of Twilight on top of me, the tidal sway of her body rocked forward and back.

With a final groan of pleasure she stopped, fulfilled upon me.

Her completion pushed me across the line from passively enjoying being fucked to wanting –needing– more. The impact was sudden, too quick to verbalize. My hands, resting on her shoulders, tensed, fingernails now clawing at her.

Twilight’s cock was still hard, within me, and she correctly interpreted the scratching of her back as an imperative to resume fucking.

Again she did just as I asked and it was perfect. With her own climax behind her, she could focus on me, driving her dick firmly to maximum depth, pounding her hips down for to grind against my pubic mound. Lips locked on my neck, she sucked my skin against her teeth – I’d have bruising there tomorrow, but now it felt wonderful, one more ingredient in my building climax. Another hickie on my neck, another minute of her determined rhythm and I was floating away on bliss.

Time gelled, the bed rocked, and my awareness spun around my princess’s dick.

At last the universe slowed to a halt and I heard Twilight’s voice.

“Hmff?” she asked if I was done.

“Ahhhnn,” I agreed.

“I thought?” she panted still, amusement in her voice.

“Was wrong.”

So delightfully wrong.

Afterwards it was good to just lie next to her. Relaxed, comfortable, and sexually spent.

I stretched out luxuriously, expecting to melt into unconsciousness at Twilight’s side.

Something caught her attention; she sat up, leaned over me.

“What are the marks up and down your arms?” She asked, examining my scars. “They’ve changed a lot from before.”

Languor fled.

My stomach took the express elevator to the bottom floor and kept going. I was ready to hyperventilate or vomit, probably simultaneously with the obvious complications that would entail. I rolled away from her, curled up into a fetal ball.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” was all I could say as the tears started.

“Whats wrong, Tanna?”

“I did it. I’m so ashamed.”

I clamped my arms tight against my body, wishing I could hide the scars.

“Did what?”

“I cut myself. When I was alone and full of despair. Sometimes that was the only thing I could do to keep going.”

"I don't understand, why would you do that?"

"It's hard to talk about, there’s nothing I can say to make it make sense. Especially telling someone smart and logical like you about my stupid emotional bullshit. The pain on the outside helped distract me from the pain inside. The shame of the wounds, fear that somehuman might notice and report me helped me stay away from others. And the blood was just a reminder that i was really alive when I felt dead inside. I've lied so much about how hard it has been being separated from you. You are the one pony i want most to shield from the truth but i can't lie to you. I don’t want to talk about it but I can’t lie to you and I can’t shut you out."

“So these marks, these wounds and scars are really my doing?”

Twilight’s sadness surely cut more painful than my blade ever had.

"No, no, no, don't ever say that please don't ever think that. Its my fault for not being strong enough. If i was truly worthy of you i would be able to endure a lifetime even if I never saw you again just knowing that you had loved me once."

“It crushes me to know that my delay caused you so much sorrow. You must have bucking hated me at times.”

“Not even for a second - you had no idea about the difference in time flow. Even when I was so close to giving up, I still loved you. I hated myself for not being good enough.”

“That doesn’t sound healthy. And these wounds reinforce the self loath?”

“I guess. But a few scars on my forelegs are a small price to pay for staying alive to see you again. The pain was worth it to be with you right now.”

“Staying alive? Has it been so bad that life itself was in question?”

“Yes.”

“Did you…” she hesitated, “actually try to kill yourself?”

“Only before we met and one other time, almost. It’s been bad, but not quite that bad while I waited for you. The one time I was just giving up, the universe dropped a spaceship on me. And—”

She cut me off before I could confess something even worse.

“I would have rather you had had sex with Isha than hurt yourself. I would rather lose you to her, than lose you to suicide.”

“I haven’t cut at all since meeting her, she’s helped me so much, and I can’t give her what she really wants.”

“You know she loves you, right? She’s not just hot for your body.”

“I know that.”

“Of course I can’t blame her for being hot for your body, too. But don’t worry, we’ll help her find her ‘even better’. I’m pretty alarmed that you don’t have access to mental health care that could have helped you avoid the self harm.”

“It exists, but I couldn’t risk it, so I was on my own.”

“How is it a risk to get help coping?”

“Dearest Twilight, my world is not a bucolic game of chess played by a tea swilling god-queen. There’s no pill here to bring you back to me, but there is one to make me forget you.”

“But I know you would never really stop loving me. Even if you had slept with Isha, even if you married her. You wouldn’t forget.”

“They have engram targeted neural antibodies. They could dissolve the part of my brain that knows who you are. All it takes is one social worker to refer me for involuntary treatment for being obsessive.”

“Tartarus! Your world is ruinous beyond measure.”

“This is the world of Moloch, Princess. I should have told you about my kind sooner. To riff on the words of another age:

Moloch the gleaming pit of progress!

Moloch of sufficiently advanced technology!

Moloch who imposes sanity!

Eating our brains until we forget that we are not happy!

Moloch! Moloch! Disembodied in our bodies!”

I improvised, half daring the ghost of a forgotten poet to rise and smite me.

“Who or what is Moloch?”

“A demon from our early history, a shameful memory, a metaphor. He is who humans are when we are together. Still wanna take me home to meet your parents?”

“Damn right I do. And if Moloch has anything to say about it, I’ll rip his balls off and stuff them up his ass.”

The thought of one small princess violently castrating the single unifying purpose of all human history was too funny to contain: I laughed, and laughed, and sobbed.

“Hold me Twilight. For a moment there I was ready to give up on myself.”

“I could tell. I’ve got you now, and I know you’ll have my back when I need you.”

In her arms, I was starting to breathe right again.

“Count on it. Just as long as we don’t ever freak out at the same time. I don’t know if ponies even get bucked up issues like me. Especially smart sexy ponies like you.”

“Tanna, I’m not perfect either.”