Discord and Isha were still passed out on their sofas, still recovering from their sleepless night, when I returned home.

In addition to randomizing our route to school, I had taken the opportunity to reiterate my message to Gloam about proper treatment of guests. Hopefully there would be no repeat of the torment they had endured. The odd thing was that no simple linear chronology could account for the fact that my daughter had troubled them nearly all night, yet still escaped their trap and emerged from her own bed well rested, in the morning.

And now, only a couple hours later in that morning, there was still plenty of time for some nice, clean, innocent fun with my husband.

Tip-toeing past our slumbering guests, I found Twilight lounging on my bed; she too was half asleep.

“Meet you in the shower?” I asked, shucking clothes as I traipsed through the room. “I don’t know how you can sleep with that servitor shampooing the carpet.”

By the time I had taken care of some biology and gotten the water running, Twilight was naked, and joining me.

“Are we going to fuck in the shower,” I asked as I slicked her cock with suds, “or are we saving your ammunition for tonight?”

She was already growing firm in my hand, I could potentially have her soap free and somewhere inside me in seconds.

“Tonight, I think.”

“Yes, my prince,” I pouted.

I released my favorite cock in the worlds and affected shyness, gaze cast humbly down.

A moment later Twilight realized what I was waiting for and grabbed the soap to wash my breasts.

I sighed with satisfaction as her determination started to waver. Careful hands washed me front and back, arms and legs. Finally, with a handful of suds, she slowly slid slippery fingers between my buttocks and began soaping me there – I wiggled with pleasure.

“Have you changed your mind, my master?” I asked as coquettishly as I could. “Are going to sodomize me here in the shower? My ass is yours, and this is the perfect place, so we can clean right up if things get… messy.”

“No, I’m waiting for tonight. But maybe I can have a little fun with you anyway.”

That sounded promising, and her sly grin suggested that she really meant it.

“Suck this, I don’t want you getting too loud for the noise abatement.”

With a loud schlup she stuck one of my best dildos, waist high on the wall of the shower enclosure. How’d she find that? And how’d she pick so well?

I bent and obediently took the dong into my mouth as Twilight sat on the seat in the corner of the shower.

“Spread.”

I complied, pulling my ass cheeks apart for her inspection. She was sitting directly behind me and ran a single fingertip around and around my soaped anus as I filled my throat with the toy penis she had chosen for me.

With a soapy push her finger entered me. Maybe this was not what I was most hoping for, but I could work with it. I squeezed my asshole around her finger to acknowledge her presence and then relaxed to invite her further. A second finger easily slipped in, though after the initial stretch, I was surprised to feel myself shrink down again. She hadn’t pulled out, I could still feel her inside. Could she have withdrawn the second finger even as the first went deeper? When a third bead stretched my ass just a little more I realized what toy she was using on me instead of fingers.

Getting fucked with the ass beads by Twilight was a zillion times better than solo play. Just the three beads, slowly in and out, slippery and undemanding. Was she enjoying the sight as much as I enjoyed the action?

“Twiiiiilight?”

I had disengaged from the dildo and peered between my legs to confirm my theory. Sure enough, I could see Twilight was slowly jacking her dick with one hand as she buttfucked me with the beaded toy.

“Hmmm?”

“If you decide to come, will you please come in me?”

“I’m just edging a little. I’ll fill you up tonight. Pinkie Promise.”

That was good enough for me.

“Mmmmff!” I said happily, mouth once more occupied.

Now she pushed it in as far as the fourth bead, and withdrew.

In five… out. In six… out. In seven… out. In and out, it felt so good, but I was just a little frightened. I’d never taken that huge eighth bead and I hoped she wouldn’t try to put that in me. Maybe I should let her know what my limits were.

I tried to pull back from the dildo again, but Twilight let go of her cock and held me down. When I stopped resisting her, she stood. Now she had more leverage, but she didn’t push any further, just maintained the smooth slide in and out. No longer holding my head down, she used her free hand to reposition me. First she grabbed base of the dildo on the wall – she had given me a non-verbal command not to stop sucking, so I kept sucking as best I could as she slid it up the wall, careful not to break the suction cup free. Soon I was almost standing, but with my butt stuck out a bit behind me. When she removed her hand from the dildo I could once more take its entire length into my mouth as if it were her cock, kissing and licking it between sucks. My hands were still on my ass, spreading the cheeks so they would not impinge on her view. She guided my hands off my butt, around to the front of my body. When she pushed towards my crotch I was glad to follow her suggestion – putting both my index fingers at the apex of my pussy lips, I began massaging my clit between two fingertips. Once I established a rhythm, she had me move my legs farther apart and farther back.This threw me off balance, making me lean onto the dildo and I had to throw my entire body back with each cycle as I sucked it. Twilight adjusted the gyrations of the toy in my butt to match my tempo.

pop pop pop Pop Pop POP POP – she pushed and the toy’s first seven beads entered my ass as I tipped forward, taking the entire wall dildo in my mouth, lips pressed on the shower tile.

Somewhere behind me, she stopped stroking her cock. Was she getting close? Then—

SMACK

—her now-free hand impacted; a loud, wet, stinging slap on my tingling bottom, before returning to masturbating herself.

POP POP Pop Pop pop pop pop –she pulled the anal beads out again as I leaned back until I was only just kissing the tip of the toy on the wall, senses jangling with the mixture of pain and pleasure, anticipation and surprise.

Then I began to fall forward again and the cycle continued.

pop pop pop Pop Pop POP POP –SMACK– POP POP Pop Pop pop pop pop

I hadn’t noticed her apply lube, but from the silky pleasure as each bead slipped in or out, I could tell that she had done so, copiously. She must have lubed her dick too, judging from the slick feeling on my ass where she struck me. If I wasn’t otherwise occupied, I’d wish I could see what whatever was going on back there, in between slaps. How close was she going to take herself, and if I was lucky would she fuck me for real after all?

pop pop pop Pop Pop POP POP –SMACK– POP POP Pop Pop pop pop pop

Only seven, only the seven, I kept repeating in my thoughts, this feels so good. My clit was a tungsten ball bearing of bliss rolling between the pads of my fingers as I neared climax, throwing myself forward and back with abandon as Twilight accelerated to match me, each bead rattling my sphincter as it freight-trained through.

“I think,” she said with almost scientific detachment, “that you would have been just fine with my pony dick in the ass.”

poppoppopPopPopPOPPOPSMACKPOPPOPPopPoppoppoppop

“Ahnnnn…”

Only a groan escaped my full mouth.

I couldn’t organize my thoughts enough to protest with words. Not even the final, unassailable eighth bead was as large a diametre as Her shaft had been, in pony form. It wouldn’t work.

“Hold tight,” she said.

And then in one smooth motion Twilight pushed the toy all the way in, the hitherto-now unattempted gigantic eighth bead slipping in, stretching me, filling me, and triggering an explosion of coruscating orgasm. My body convulsed, I was brutally face-humping the dildo on the wall as Twilight slid the largest bead rapidly in and out of me until I passed out.

—

I woke lying on my bed, head on Twilight’s lap. She must have dried me and carried me here. Her cock was still semi-hard, pressed up against my ear.

“How was that?” she asked.

“Different,” I drawled, wondering if she had come while I was unconscious.

I nuzzled drowsily against her penis. Simply finding the energy to speak was a challenge.

“Nuh-uh, later,” she answered my unspoken question.

At last I pulled my thoughts together.

“I usually masturbate in my bedroom, where no one can watch me.”

Author's Note

Next week: It's time to tone this down...