Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

Dreaming had become a chancy business.

Sometimes my slumbers were filled with conflicted visions of abusive sex with the Pony Princess I’d been fixated upon since childhood. She wasn’t interested in anything but sex, and sex without love was leaving me feeling like a whore (without the pay). Nor did I refuse her; the moral high ground was not mine to claim.

When I wasn’t suffering her pleasures, I found adventure, unlikely tutelage, and some solace with my friend Leon. Pleasant, but when his fortunes turned around with the lady of his desiring, I would have only the conjurings of my own imagination to distract me between Twilight’s visits.

A handful of weeks stumbled past since the last nocturnal remission of solitude when magic once more pulled me to a place beyond mere slumber. On this night Twilight reclined on an opulent dais, a vision of beauty resplendent with jewels in her mane and gold on her hooves.

I knew I needed to draw a line somewhere but I kept on submitting to her whims: better trampled than abandoned. And though some actions in the dreams were affecting waking life –I had had the bruises to show for it on more than one occasion– I did not burden her with any complaint. Leon was probably right about the inherent risk of dreams that leak into reality. But every time I found that whatever she chose to do, I could not deny her.

“Are you ready to party as not even Pinkie can imagine, human?”

Twilight might just underestimate just how far a Pinkie Party might go, but, “yes, your Highness,” I responded.

Was it going to be friendly this time?

“Lick me until your tongue cannot move!” she commanded, sounding more like a horny and petulant dictator than the sweet, dorky, Twilight I longed for.

Obediently, I knelt before her pussy like a penitent longing for the Sacrament.

“And, um, remember to slow down for a minute or two after I climax it gets sensitive and you can be kinda vigorous.” That sounded more like my Twilight. It would, of course, be creepy to want her to be insecure, but it's really creepy when she boldly acts out of character.

I lowered myself and took communion of her lust.

—

She’d come two times and I was still going strong. Still, I prayed under my breath, “Princess Celestia give me grace to please this mare.”

“Eh, what are you mumbling down there?” Twilight rested a fore-hoof on the back of my head and pushed me tighter against her groin. “Time to get crazy!”

From the corner of my eye I could see her gesture with her other foreleg. Before I could wonder what was going on a pair of hands grabbed my hips! There was a pressure against my anus and I was being fucked and I didn’t know who by.

I jerked and wiggled but I was firmly grasped from behind and now both of Twilight’s fore-hooves holding my head down. I was trapped. There was a blinding moment of panic and then I found centre. I had, after all, agreed to ‘party’; so let us party. I would trust my princess, go along with to her little surprise, and simply do my best. I redoubled my efforts as I applied my tongue to clit and cleft.

“Yeahhhh!” she crooned, “lick it lick you mean it!”

It’s only a dream, I told myself, only a dream. I will serve my Princess to the utmost, I swore I would. If only she would just ask a little more specifically first. If she wants to watch me get nailed, I could have asked her to summon Leon. At least whoever Twilight had conjured up wasn’t hurting me, with firm, comfortable strokes as he pounded my ass. I surrendered to the moment and my body existed only to please them both.

Reconciled to my place, I opened my eyes, lifted my gaze to Twilight. She was looking down at me, exulting in her pleasure. There was a hint of curiosity – how was I reacting? What she saw in me was surrender and it pushed her further towards another climax.

,,I consent,,

There was no reply to my telepathic message, no indication whether she had received it or not.

Now she raised her eyes to look further away. I was on my knees to perform cunnilingus and from her elevated position on the dais she had a clear view of the cock fucking my ass. A anticipatory moan escaped her throat as she watched.

The unknown man’s solid thrusts drove me forward harder, pushing my whole face firmly against Twilight’s groin. I moved with his rhythm so that he was helping me deliver my oral worship to my princess’s pussy. She came a third time; again I slowed my attentions as she commanded. Soon I sensed that she was ready for more vigor and I returned my licking to full intensity, plunging fingers deep into her warmth. It was only a moment later she came a fourth time. There was an increase in the pace from behind and I felt that my other partner was close too. I kept one hand on my Princess and reached the other back between my legs to support and massage the stranger’s balls as he sodomized me. His grip had moved from my hips to my shoulders; his finger tightened and a groan of pleasure, a flood of warmth inside me, told me that he had come too. Soon he withdrew and Twilight released me.

With some trepidation I raised my face from the Princess’s lap and looked over my shoulder.

“Leon!” I shouted in surprise. I threw myself at him, kissed him hard. “Oh, I'm so glad it was you bro, I had no idea who was doing me.”

“Sorry, man, I thought this was your dream not hers!”

“Also, you taste like horse pussy,” he added in a stage whisper.

Twilight looked both amused and worn out.

“I take it you’ve met,” she said.

“Princess, this is Leon, a super cool demi-human former-dragon-priest turned adventurer, sword expert, magic user. He’s one of the protectors of the town of Selphia in the Norad federation and we’ve met in dreams before. Aren’t his fuzzy fox ears soooo sexy?” I made a feint for them with one hand and he easily blocked me but I parried, twisted around his defense and stabbed my hand past his to tousle his ears. “Fuzzy Wuzzy! Fuzzy Wuzzy!” I chanted, and Leon sighed but made no further effort to stop me. I am sure his priestly training gave him bonus skill points in forbearance, or maybe it was his afterglow that saved me. “Leon, this is Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria, the Princess of Friendship and the divine avatar of magic in her world. I’ve had a crazy insane crush on her since I was a kid. In my world she was in a children’s story from ages ago, but she’s real! She found a way to cross our worlds in dreams and we, um, never mind. We hang out, I guess, and bang.”

“And you two are an item now? Deeply in love together? Soon to be wed?” he asked with false innocence. His tone was leading, he knew damn well things weren’t really groovy about our arrangement.

“--aaaaand he knows that will never love him” Twilight interrupted haughtily, “but he is honored to allow me to buck the hide off him here in dreamworld as much as I want. He has given his informed consent and can back out whenever he wants.”

“Merde, Highness.” Leon was unimpressed by her claim.

“Let me demonstrate.” Twilight was back to confidently being something that wasn’t really her. “Peasant! You’ve left a mess on Sir Leon’s penis. Clean it with your mouth.”

Leon was horrified, and I shocked by the reversion to outright abuse.

“No, Princess,” I said, realizing that I had found the line I would not cross, “I will not obey this command. You can play rough, you can strike me if you choose, and you can take advantage of my unrequited love, but don’t degrade me again. I love you, Princess. More than I even thought was possible. If I let you treat me that poorly I can never be worthy of you.”

“Well spoken, my friend,” said Leon before Twilight could respond to my refusal. “O Princess of Friendship I encourage you to ponder the worth of a friend, or even just a convivial fuck buddy, who is willing to stand up to you when you are wrong. Which you are, young mare, make no mistake. You need to face truth.” Leon may be retired but still he bore the power and charisma worthy of the priest of a holy dragon. Indeed, her fire burned in his eyes though he spoke in a voice gentle with wisdom and compassion.

“Which truth is that, my lord Fuzzy Wuzzy?” Twilight asked with dripping sarcasm.

Leon winced but he did not back down; I was shamed that she used my playful words to mock him.

“Your human friend loves you; as improbable and unwise and stupid and idiotic (I could go on longer) as that may be, he is true and sincere. That is but one half of the truth to which I allude.”

“I am not looking for love or truth!” The very fabric of the dreamscape shook with her hoofstomp.

There was something of sadness in Leon’s voice now. “Perhaps not. Sometimes in life we ask so little… and find we are given so much. Reach out for the bounty that is before you.” Now his tone shifted to a note of warning, prophetic and uncompromising. “Should you grasp less than everything you will find that you have nothing at all.”

“I will just find a new ‘fuck buddy’.” Twilight tossed her mane and scoffed but I thought I saw a tear in her eye.

I sank to one knee. Now there were tears in my eyes too.

“Princess Twilight, my Princess,” I begged, “it’s okay if you don’t care, please don’t do something stupid to prove you don’t love me…”