“Before we go out in public, I should warn you…um, humans don’t naturally come in as many colours as Equestrian ponies do.”

Naked again, she was looking through my clothes to see what she might wear. I sized my wardrobe a little on the baggy side and other than colour and SSC’s Twilight and I could almost be twins. Anything that I owned would fit her as well as it fit me.

Naked and violet she rummaged through drawers full of grey and grey and grey.

“Really? The only human world I’ve ever visited, the colours are as varied as Equestria. Will it be a problem if I am seen? I don’t think I could even pull off a disguise spell right now.”

“Not a problem, you’ll only be mildly conspicuous. But we’re gonna look really boring to you. We do occasionally modify ourselves enough that a purple girl is not totally unheard of. But not common. Most people aren’t going to say anything, but you might draw a few curious looks. Hair is easy to change, but we can do skin colour too. A small number of people are mod’ed at the genetic level and the changes breed true.”

“Your people do that without magic? Your biosciences are far ahead of ours.”

“You may find that our apathy is what is most truly groundbreaking.”

“Oh dear, I dropped the socks.” She bent way, way, down to fetch them and seemingly was having a difficult time retrieving them.

“Dear Celestia, Twilight, do you know what that pose is doing to me?”

“Show me,” she said, and flagged her tail.

—

When we ventured forth, hand in hand, we were still afterglowing.

“I told you I was ready,” she said.

Taking the lift to ground floor, Twilight’s eyes grew large as the ride went on and on.

“How far up do you live?”

“Tertiary Housing, eXternal bracket, floor 113, unit 8, about a half kilometer up.”

“Your buildings are like mountains! Last night, all I could see from above was the lights, I had no idea…”

“I’ll take you to the top of the city one day — there’s an observation deck over a kilometer high. But today let me show you what the downtown looks like from the burbs.”

There was little to see in the cross-town tunnel so we chatted.

“Tell me more about Equestria,” I said as we rode. “There are so many things that never got mentioned in the show. Do you have a pole star?”

“Only in the northern hemisphere. There’s a theory that the pole star is why civilizations emerged all over the northern hemisphere and none in the south.”

“That’s what happened here too, possibly for the same reason. Did you really use a magic mirror to travel to a human world where you met human analogs to yourself, the rest of the mane six, and others. And fought the Sirens?”

“Yep, those were some crazy adventures. Especially meeting myself!”

“Celestia save me! I was hoping those episodes weren’t canon. The art was awful. Did at least get to make out with yourself?”

“Episodes? The art? And no, Sci-Twi is a actually few years younger than me, it would have been kinda uncool. Too molesty. Otherwise,” she grinned, “I would have been in there.”

“Totally!” I grinned back. “What year is it in Equestria?”

“It is early fall in the one thousand thirty third year of Celestia’s rule. The Ponyville Fair was a week ago, the harvest has been brought in and winter is on its way.”

“Do you think I can meet her someday?”

“I’m sure she’ll be fascinated to meet her best student’s somepony special.”

“What kind of stuff do they have at the Ponyville Fair?”

“Oh, I think they have rides and junk food and, eh, fair stuff…”

—

We took the stairs all the way from sub-street level to the roof. We had traveled several kilometers from my dom’ near the heart of the city. Here in the outskirts, but still within the walls, a building only ten stories tall was large enough to stand above its neighbors. This particular building was topped with an overgrown park. From here we could see a vast panorama of cityscape. The tallest buildings stood a full kilometer, some more, tall; needles, spires, up-ended ovoids beshelved with cantilevered terraces, monolithic blocks and forms stranger still. A mycelium of clear pedestrian tube-bridges connected the lower levels into an organic whole. As the buildings grew shorter away from the city center, the forms grew even more varied: spheres, domes, pyramids inverted and natural, organic blobs.

Twilight was awed by the sheer bulk of the city.

“How many humans live here?”

“According to the civic, there are accommodations for over fifteen million. I doubt more than five percent of that number live here today.”

“War?” she asked, “disease?”

“All kinds of stuff. Eugenics, emigration off-planet, fake upload scams, and centuries of dropping birth rates.”

Twilight stood pensively at the focal point of the expansive view.

“It seems like you’ve known about me almost since your foaling: I only knew you for a little while before Slimedark. How does the real me compare to the stories?”

“The tales are a fairly accurate portrayal.”

“Including how awful I can be?”

“Including the fact that like anypony you can get confused, and overwhelmed, and make mistakes.”

“You put it very gently, considering what I put you through.”

“I am very aware of my own mistakes.”

“And mine too; you’ve seen me at my worst.”

“I’ve already forgotten.”

“You’re hopeless,” she smiled, “I like that about you! How much longer is your refractory interval?”

I was standing behind her and answered with a prod.

“Oh!” She leaned back against me and turned her head to offer her neck for kisses. “Tell me, what say the local regulations on the topic of public indecency?”

—

I lay on my back, naked in the sunshine. The abandoned park had been private enough for our amours and now we took some rest. Twilight sat at my side, similarly unattired, doodling on my chest, her finger moist in semen and quim.

“So you probably know about my silly crush on Flash Sentry?” she asked, playfully painting my nipples, “unrequited and eventually faded away I will add, since I believe you to be too polite to ask.”

She wetted her finger again from the source at her groin and continued her designwork.

“Yep, I know all about that. And also the rabid hate-sex with Queen Chrysalis.”

“That one never happened! I swear!” She traced the sacred horseshoe across her chest, fingertip trailing glistening moisture.

“Hmmmph,” she said when she realized I was laughing. “I can see you’ll be a big hit with her merry Highness, Celestia. I hope I´m there to see it the first time she gets you with one of her high level pranks.”

“I’m sure you will be,” I laughed, but wondered what a ‘high level’ Celestia prank might entail. Twilight might very well witness it, and wish she hadn’t.

“By the way, ‘random peasant’…”

“Yes?”

“We don’t really have peasants anymore in Equestria. I was just being a bitch when I called you that.”

—

That evening we ate together surrounded by books.

“That was definitely not delicious,” Twilight said after she finished her FSB, “but I can see how the convenience might be attractive.”

“More time for books, am I right?” I grinned.

“As much as I love reading, I’m not sure it’s worth it. Desert better be fantastic!” She slipped to her knees in front of me, “I hope you have something very nice for me.”

She was unzipping my pants and licking her lips.

“Um, Twilight, is this okay? You’re a princess…”

I sprang free of my underpants as she tugged them down.

“I wanna try an experiment; let’s see just how much of that can fit in my mouth… It’s okay this is like science ‘n’ stuff.”

It all fit, no surprise, I’m not some over-sized schlong gangster. But she nearly choked herself; I knew the risk of excessive enthusiasm first hand and tried to help. Under the pretense of adjusting the angle, I grasped the base of my cock. In addition to presenting myself too her more conveniently, I also blocked her from over-inserting it and gagging herself before she was ready for all of it. Performing these acts in a human body would surely be new to her.

After a time she pulled my hand way, took all of me smoothly.

I could tell she needed air, but she kept sucking, bobbing her royal mouth up and down my straining length. I put my hand on her cheek, guided her off of my cock.

“Breathe,” I smiled as she gulped large breaths, “whenever you need to take a break, just come up for air.”

“The pause—” she kissed my penis between words “—won’t ruin it for you?”

“Having it be comfortable for you makes it better for me,” I assured her.

Another breath and she grinned before taking me again into her warm mouth.

“Do you want me to warn you to pull back before I…?”

Unable to answer verbally, she shook her head, ‘no’.

I was almost there, but I had to tell Twilight something before I came.

“Twilight” whispered “it’s not just my dick speaking when I tell you I am yours forever. I love you Princess.”

‘I know’ her smiling eyes spoke to me as I climaxed. My mind began to melt; I imagined that I could see ponies standing proudly behind the Princess, joyed that their daughter knew love. Pleasure dissolved my awareness and there was no room to question the odd vision.

—

I was both emptied and sated, dizzy with pleasure. Twilight climbed up, straddled my lap. Her kiss was sweet and musky and intense.

“I know you’ll deny it,” she said finally, “but I can tell I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“It was wonderful,” I panted, “just keep enjoying yourself and you’ll do great.”

Twilight’s smile brightened, with a hint of mischief to it.

“Well I’m sure you won’t mind me practicing on you. A lot!”

“Oh Princess, oh my worship, your servant will humbly ejaculate his love into your sweet smile as often as you like to the utmost of his ability.”

“Sounds good.” Now her grin was warm and sultry. “But make sure to save some for...”

I was out before she finished her sentence.

—

“Speaking of my pussy,” Twilight said to the inert form slumped on the sofa, “are you going to have enough energy to return the favor? No? I was afraid of that.”

Tangent snored.

“No problem,” she said, “but don’t let’s make a habit of this. I don’t want you passing out every time you blow a wad in my mouth. Say, no more than a quarter of the time.”

Twilight slipped out of her borrowed pants, kicked them in the general direction of an autowash receiver. She stretched out on the sofa, her head on Tangent's lap.

“I love you, mister,” she said to the sleeping human as she began to masturbate. “I hope it’s cool if I crash here for a while.”

Author's Note

(Is there anypony out there?)

Next week: Vocabulary