Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

“I did something stupid to prove that I don’t love you.”

Twilight sounded like she had aged since I last saw her. Less haughty. Exhausted. And somehow she seemed more… herself.

Months had passed and I had begun to fear she really had found another plaything. Instead I found her sobbing, brokenhearted, in these shadows.

“Princess?”

We were in a darkened cathedral. Slime dripped inordinately from the walls, ceiling, and Twilight. It might have been my name she choked out between sobs.

“Did it work? Twilight, what happened?”

“No, it didn’t,” she said, defeated, “it really didn’t.”

Her head hung down, tears running down her face.

“I have tried everything to get rid of you. Everything! I have been a bucking monster and it didn’t work! So I stole a nightmare spell and cast it on myself to get you out of my head,” she continued. Her voice was rising towards hysteria. “It was worse than I expected. First thing that happened was I lost the ability to do magic or wake myself. I have been violated, penetrated, sodomated—”

“Not a word,” I interjected.

“Wut.”

“Sodomated isn’t a word.”

“I know it isn’t a word but it happened! To me. Fifty centimeters. Of tentacle. Sodomated right the buck through my concord purple anal sphincter, I thought it was going to grab my bucking tonsils! Thank Celestia it fit without tearing anything. And I can’t tell you how many litres of slime.”

“Would’ve been worse without the slime. And more of a imperial violet than concord purple. Just sayin’.”

“Celestia Dammit!” She stomped, “Why the bucking buck are you so bucked calm? I have found the deepest blackest pit outside of Tartarus prison, or even Tartarus proper, to hide from my feelings for you. And instead of pouting alone now I have you in my nightmare too. By the time they are done with your ass, and yes I do mean that literally by the way, you’ll hate me, you’ll never speak to me again, I’ll never see you again, my life is ruined. If we even make it out of here alive.”

“This is only a dream, my Princess.” And I had seen darker pits of despair than this. Consider the abuse I experienced at her hoof. “Share your fear with me, and gain strength from the sharing.”

“I’ve been stuck in here for days.”

Dear Celestia, no wonder she sounded like she was about to crack.

“I can hear the tentacles returning. I should warn you that they aren’t as gentle as yours were when I changed you. Also that was cliché as buck. Dork.”

She was right about tentacles and what they might do to my ass, but very wrong about hate. Side by side we writhed and struggled as tentacles went everywhere. I didn’t have as many everywhere as Twilight, but they were filled.

I wish Twilight could fill me like this, I thought idly.

—

Some whenever later Twilight and I lay gasping on the cathedral floor. The disturbingly penile tentacles had retreated to wherever, and we were covered thickly with unhallowed volumes of viscous tentacle fluids.

“Just remember, if these actually manage get you off, it doesn’t count.”

I nodded and spat semen.

“I’ve had better!” The retreating tentacles ignored my shout. They rested between attacks, presumably to avoid killing their victims too quickly, Twilight had told me.

“Princess,” I said after coughing up more gunk “did you kinda maybe obliquely say you like me?”

She looked rough from the tentacle session. “Yes. Now that it’s too late, I have admitted it to myself. I love you.” She wept bitterly. “I didn’t want this to happen! I didn’t want love. So when I felt it the instant I met you I told myself it had to be wrong. I was scared and tried to push you away and you wouldn’t give up and now it doesn’t matter and it’s too late.”

“Twi, who said it was too late?”

“What? Of course it is, don’t be absurd!”

“Why is it too late?”

“All this.” She gestured around us with a hoof, wiped gunk from her muzzle, flicked it off, sniffled. “You’re trapped in here because of me. I ruined everything because I was afraid.”

“Princess.”

I approached her on my knees, put my arms around her and held her tight. Twilight shivered in my embrace and her tears ran freely. I loosed my hold of her and began grooming the hair of her face with my tongue. I started at her chin, gently licking the semen from her purple coat. I moved my attention to her cheeks where the poignant salt of her tears seasoned my cleaning. I lingered on her lips, circled them and swept them of their defilement before I kissed her. I cleaned her nose, around her eyes and to her brows. Reaching her horn I started at the base of the rigid shaft licking and kissing it, sliding my lips up and down like it was an erection – unlike an actual cock Twilight’s horn was harder than a diamond-tungsten spear.

From her horn to her chin i had swallowed more tentacle cum cleaning her than I did in the hours of slimy mouth rape. But I got her face and horn somewhat clean. I sat with my back to the wall and beckoned her to me. Twilight lay her head in my lap like she was surrendering.

“Why were you scared, Princess?”

“It was too sudden, it’s not supposed to work like this. I figured I would eventually meet somepony, we’d read together and do research and friendship missions together for a few years and eventually discover love. I honestly thought I might end up with a nonsexual marriage and I was completely okay with that until I met you. I didn’t expect to get it on with my special one before I even knew his name.”

“I don’t care if we did the romance wrong, as long as we’re together now.”

“We did it wrong, but yes we are.” She spoke with simple, unshakable, confidence. “But if a pony showed up at a session describing their partner acting like I did, I would have put the patient in protective custody until the offender could be served with assault charges and a restraining order!”

“You do counseling?”

Twilight sat up and scooted next to me.

“My D.A.A. degree had a ginormous distribution, so I did three years of psych in college, including some clinical work. Though I don’t actively practice in an office, only field consultations during friendship issues.”

“See?” She smiled when she saw my quizzical glance. “You don’t know everything about me!”

“But I want to. Everything. What kind of degree is a D.A.A.?”

“Doctorate of All Arcana. It’s like a standard D.A. degree but it would take about five times as long. Unless you’re me, and then it only takes twice times as long. Tons and tons of magic, and almost everything else, too. The Princess joked about creating the D.A.A. when I told her I was going to get a D.A. in each school of magic and it just kinda snowballed and became real.”

“Wow, you’re incredible, they had to invent a new degree because there weren’t any big enough for you!”

“After I graduated, and then showed up at registration for more classes, security escorted me off campus. Don’t laugh—” I was chuckling “—I have to get a permit to enter campus whenever I do a commencement speech or a lecture.”

“So if you were content to wait for a long slow romance, what made you steal the spell that brought you to me?”

“A catastrophic wave of sexual need. I couldn’t think! I literally could not think – and thinking is what makes me, me! It was like I was somepony else, somepony horrible. I was dumb and horny and mean—” I put my arm around her shoulders, pulled her close “—and as I told you, masturbation was not taking care of it. That’s when I got the brilliant idea to raid Cadance’s scrolls, I was sure she’d have something that could help me. All I knew was I that had to get laid or I would have to kill myself.”

“Was it really that bad?”

“When I found myself checking out my brother I knew I was too close to cracking.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. I thought that using the dream spell would be more responsible than mindless sex in real life. There’s a lot more to it, the whole reason I got like that, stuff I’m not ready to talk about.”

“It’s okay, Twilight. You don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to.”

“I do have to tell you – but not until I’m brave enough.”

“I probably made it harder for you by telling you that I love you so quickly.”

“Honestly, you did.” She shook her head with regret. “But it doesn’t excuse my behavior. ”

“I apologize for increasing your distress. And I certainly forgive everything you’ve done while suffering said distress.”

“I can’t blame you, I can only imagine. You’re just minding your own business and suddenly the mare you have a crush on wants a quickie. You must have been head over hooves – what’s the human expression?”

“Head over heels, Princess.”

“Head over heels, then, until I shot you down. And now here you are, stuck in my nightmare.”

Her tears were ready to flow again.

“It takes more than this—” I swept my arms expansively “—to scare me away from the mare I love.”

“Oh Celestia, this can’t be real,” Twilight whispered.

We were surrounded by puddles of demonic tentacle semen in a dark nightmare cathedral of copious slime but her expression was like a child seeing her first rainbow.

“Believe in me, Princess.” I kissed her nose again. “Now stop crying and let’s make love until its time to get raped some more. Then we’ll figure out how to bust out of here or start a new, very strange, life here together.”

“How can you think about sex right now?”

“Not much else to think about ‘round here.”

We laughed together then. Just a nervous giggle at first, a sardonic chuckle, then gales of uproar. Surrounded by horror and darkness and slime, the humor was cleansing.

We kissed in the dim gloom of an unhallowed, slippery, fane and our shared nightmare was a heaven.

I was glad the tentacles had not gotten me off while they were abusing me earlier. In seconds I had a raging hard on for my Princess. I moved my face a fraction further from Twilight so I could speak without breaking the kiss. “Princess,” I breathed into her mouth, “may I enter you as your lover and not just a peasant with benefits?”

“Take me, Tangent, my lover.” she whispered without taking her lips from mine.

I gazed into her eyes as I slipped my erect cock slowly into her.

“It’s even better now that, well, you know.”

“Now that I am not afraid to say I love you?”

“Yes, my world could not be more complete. You and me -and–woo-hee-hee-hah– and this tentacle up my backside. I was hoping we’d have a little more time together before it started again!”

“Before I’ve got too many of these things in my mouth to talk, I want to tell you again: I love you.”

“I love you, Prin-” I had to close my mouth against the two tentacles that dove at my face. “One at a time guys!” I spoke through my teeth. Picking one at random I opened up for it, licked it gently. Instead of getting them both crammed down my gullet the one I had chosen extended a few more centimeters but waited for me to suck it. As I slid my mouth on and off if the wiggling protuberance I noted that the other one was indeed waiting.

“Lookit this, Twi, If you show one of them some attention the others will take turns.” while I spoke the tentacle I had been sucking, and several more, grew impatient. I returned to my ‘favorite’ and gently gave it head. The others backed off again.

Twilight saw the advantage of giving a single tentacle specific attention versus being forcibly used by several. She followed my example. Every time one finished, it ejaculated and was replaced by a fresh one.

Another tentacle orgasmed, spewing its fluids on my face as it withdrew.

“Betcha,” I said to Twilight with a mischievous grin, “I can suck more of these off than you can.”

Twilight looked at me like I had gone insane. And then she caught it too – insanity was something she could handle.

“You’re on!”

Twilight and I tackled our impromptu competition with vigor, rapidly felating and draining tentacle after tentacle.

As above, so below: we were still coupled so Twilight’s pussy was safe but I was getting an anal probing that would have made a UFO medical officer wince and I could only trust Twilight was getting the same treatment in her bum. And I knew that as soon as I came, and softened, I would pop out and she’d be getting tentacled there too.

“This.” Twilight spoke around the tentacle she currently focused on. “What is happening right now. Is completely bonkers.”

“I know, Princess. It kinda” I paused as another tentacle ejaculated in my mouth. I spat and another took its place for me to mumble around, “makes me feel bad.”

“Elaborate, please—?” She was cut off by another wiggler socketing itself in her mouth.

“For any the effort I ever wasted on sanity.” In spite of the double-ended distraction of satisfying an unending string of tentacle-dicks I was getting close and Twilight would not be able to rely on me to ward her pussy with my prick once I was spent and flaccid.

Twilight looked away, shook her head to disengage her current client, and spoke to nopony that I could see “Luna?” she said “Oh thank Cel–”

Poit!

She was gone in a flash of dark blue magic.

Now the occupants of the cathedral were just me and several kilometers of slithering tentacles. They writhed in confusion that one of their prey had vanished.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, placing my hands in the kata position. Speaking in a bare whisper, I mouthed words of the Lost Bodhisattva's mantra,

“I am I
I am in this moment
I am this moment
I.”

“Ok you wiggly bitches!” I shouted, “my Princess is safe from you now and I got just one thing to say.”

Twilight had escaped and I had nothing else to fear from a dream. Let them, let me encourage them to, do their worst.

The slitherage paused. Obviously something sentient somewhere was listening to me.

A thousand eager tentacles poised ready, but she was safe and this didn’t count.

“You can’t tentacle rape the tentacle willing! YAHHH!”

They surged.