Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

Twilight grabbed the bar of soap, held it between forefinger and thumb. She looked me right in the eye –sassy– and dropped the soap.

“Oops,” she said.

I had spent another day showing Twilight around town. Now we were cleaning up and it seemed that she wanted to play games.

I drew upon my fine command of Mark Twain quotes and said nothing.

“I dropped the soap,” she said.

Eye to eye with her, I held my silence.

“Kneel peasant, and fetch your Princess her soap,” she added imperiously. I could see a hint of smirk instead of the cruelty she had pretended to before her love confession.

“If you want me on my knees in front of your pussy you don’t need to trick me.”

“Kneel!”

So I did.

On my knees with the soap in my hand I prepared to offer it to her with pompous formality. Before I could make the gesture, she grabbed my hair and pulled my face towards her crotch.

“You really could just ask— ” I started. Then she swung one leg over my shoulder and planted her foot on the shower wall behind me.

What a view!

Was I saying something?

“Woo-hoo look at me I’m Twilight Sprinkle!” she crowed.

“…!” I tried speak just in time to get a face full of pee.

I choked, sputtered, gargled, swallowed.

Twilight was laughing so hard she was peeing in bursts. I thought she would fall over, precariously balanced on one foot. I was laughing now, but it was time to take action. I opened my mouth wide and let her direct the hot stream in. I marveled at the warmth of her, ‘we are furnaces inside’ I thought and gazed into her eyes as she filled my cheeks with heat and pale gold. When I could hold no more I pursed my lips and spouted her own pee back in her face. Now she was really howling with laughter but at least her bladder was empty, she was out of ammo. She still had her fingers twined in my hair, which kept her upright. She pulled me closer to her groin; I was too eager to wait to be “forced” and planted my face directly in her muff, nuzzling my way into thick purple curls. Seeking her clitoris with my tongue I knew my enthusiastic licking was on-target when her grip on my hair tightened more.

I still had the soap in my hand so put it to good use. I lathered up her butt crack while I licked her labia and clit. Then I slowly circled her slippery, soapy, anus with my fingertip. She wiggled but did not pull away. I slowed the circling motion and held my fingertip centred, ready to enter; I gave slight push, and then again, not enough to penetrate, more of a tactile question. I stopped there to see how she would react. Twilight completed the motion by pushing herself solidly down upon the entire length of the extended digit. I slid the finger slowly in and out of her darkest warmth. With my free hand I felt for the shower controls and activated the post-workout massage setting: alternating hot and cold jets in high pressure pulses. She was receiving the several kinds of sensory input – and she sure sounded like she was enjoying it. I let her set the pace as she ground her pussy against my face; matched that rhythm with my finger in her ass. The shower was programed to match its temperature swings with any rhythmic movement in the stall. Everything was in sync and she was in control. I felt Twilight wobble – she was still standing on one foot and her approaching climax was making her weak in the knee. It was time for my final attack!

“Princess Twibutt Spankle!” I raised my face slightly from her purple pubes to speak, “I have you now!” With my other hand I spanked her ass, alternating sides. Loud, wet, stinging slaps on her shapely purple bottom.

As I continued to swat, I returned my tongue to her slit. The combination of sensations: hot and cold water, my tongue on her clit, one finger slowly probing her ass, and stinging buttocks pushed her over the edge.

She came, and came, and came. She held my face to her pubis and ground hard against me as I licked her – preventing me from coming up for air. “Honestly, I don’t mind dying like this,” I thought. And then when I thought I might actually pass out, she collapsed, not quite unconscious, but rag-doll limp. I caught her to keep her from crashing to the hard floor of the shower. She was sprawled over me and I struggled to get out from under her. With my elbow I switched the shower to a gentle warm rain and lay down on the shower floor, Twilight mostly on top. I rolled to carefully lower Twilight to the floor of the shower, and disentangled.

“Ooooooooh, was that Terrestrienne magic?” she asked “I think my bones have all turned to jelly.”

I sat near Twilight, put my hand on her shoulder. “Lets catch our breath for a moment and then we’ll get you off to bed.”

A snore was her only reply.

I gestured the water flow off, draped a towel under my arms, and carefully lifted Twilight from the floor. I carried her to bed and lay her down. With another towel I patted her dry. When I returned from tossing the damp towels in the autowash Twilight had rolled over and was lying on her back. Her naked beauty stirred more in me than just love and desire, it was a spiritual devotion which I felt.

“Great Celestia,” I prayed aloud as I knelt at the foot of the bed and admired Twilight from a vantage between her feet, “so please it you, let your supplicant spend the rest of his days at Twilight’s side.”

“Amen,” mumbled Twilight in her sleep, and farted. Her snoring resumed.

With reverence I fluffed the blankets and lay down by her side.

—

In the morning Twilight was still tired.

“Tell me the truth, Tangent,” she said between yawns, “how many women have you drowned in the shower perfecting that trick?” She sat up. “Wow, I’m floppy from coming so hard last night. I won’t have the energy for sex for at least a week.”

Evidently she did at least have the energy for sass.

—

In spite of her threat, Twilight was that night quite the eager fellatrix.

Before my urgency reached its eruption, she pulled her head back, let my erection slip from her mouth; when the glans rested on her kiss, she slid her way down to the base of my cock. Laying her cheek against my thigh, she spoke dreamily.

“Which finger was it? Last night. In. My. Butt?”

I held up my hand, middle finger extended. She took my hand, pulled it down to my groin, held the extended digit next to my hard penis. She looked appraisingly between them for just a moment.

“Nope, I don’t think so,” she said, and took my cock back into her mouth.

I had no complaint.