Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

“There’s nopony here,” I said. “And there was dust on the steps. I think we can count on a little privacy up here. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Yes! I am!” Twilight shouted. “We can finally get some reading done!”

“Oh—” I was already halfway out of my pants “—yeah, that's what I meant too.” I started to pull them back up.

“Get naked and buck me silly, silly.”

Oh, Celestia, I love Twilight’s laugh.

By the time I was naked Twilight had stripped down and was climbing onto the railing of the observation deck. She stood at the corner where she commanded a two hundred seventy degree view of the city.

“Honey,” I said, “you know its over a kilometer to the ground.” I reached up and took her hand to steady her.

“Yep!” she said enthusiastically “Don’t let go! But if I do slip, I’ve recovered enough power for a Soft Landing spell.”

“Thank Celestia for that, but lets not test it—”

Twilight let go of my hand, jumped straight up, twisted around to face me and grabbed my hand again when she landed.

“—out. My heart just stopped, do you have a spell for that?”

“Got it covered. Kiss this,” she said. Her pussy was in front of my face and she made a dramatic flourish with her free hand as she swayed her hips from side to side. “I know it’ll get you fired right up.”

I reached up for her other hand. When I had a firm grasp, I raised my lips towards her pussy and kissed her thigh.

“Lean back a little, Twi, you’re just slightly too high.”

She leaned back, pulling against me to balance herself with her backside hanging out into the open air above the city. I hoped she was right about her landing spell, but I was holding on carefully. I braced my legs against the railing and leaned to her.

I nuzzled into her pubic hair and parted her labia with my tongue. Already she was growing wet and I lapped at her desire. I closed my eyes to be was immersed in the tactile contrasts. Twilight’s purple curls soft on my cheeks, her clitoris achingly hard under my tongue. The warmth, the wet, and tang of her on my face, the cool wind sweeping across my thighs, toying with my erect cock. The tower shifting slightly on its active stabilization, Twilight beginning to moan and rock her hips.

I moved my hands to her bottom so I could hold her up even if she came hard and got all limp.

She ran her fingers through my hair before gripping my forearms. I squeezed her buttocks as I massaged her clitoris with my tongue. Again I traced out glyphs upon her intimacy, no angular terran letters, these were smooth, flowing, spirals and flourishes of Voorish, the shapes complementing the passion of the charms I wove. Her grip on my arms was tightening, she was getting close. It was a good thing I had a firm hold of her fine ass; an ass like hers was made for gripping but there was also a legitimate safety issue at play. And then she was coming and I could think about nothing in the world but her pleasure as she ground against my face. Come, come, come, I wrote in cryptic pre-galactic script. For immeasurable minutes her pleasure was my universe. It was only when her moans grew less loud and urgent and the muscle tension with which she pushed against me faded that the external world asserted itself against my awareness.

“Help me down from here,” she asked when her climax had finally drifted away like a hurricane of cherry petals.

I did, and she threw her arms around me and kissed me.

“You taste like pussy!” she laughed “Now its your turn, how do you want it?”

“If you lean over the railing I think that would be perfect.”

Twilight grabbed hold of the railing and leaned out over the vacuous depths of the sheer plunge to street level. She made a show of bracing her arms and waving her ass slow and hypnotically at me. Her tail swished from side to side giving me brief glimpses of my target.

As I drew nearer, she paused the swishing, holding her tail aside and I entered my lover from behind. She was already wet and hot and slippery from her orgasm and my licking; my initial plunge was smooth as silk from the bountiful lubrication. Now I moved more slowly, enjoying each insertion and withdrawal. The heat inside her body contrasted with the cold breeze as it fluttered across my bare skin; the hot wetness of her grew chilly as it trickled down to drip off my balls. I was torn between the desire to go slowly and enjoy Twilight for as long as possible and the urge to get done and get her dressed before she got too cold. I tried to compromise with my intrusive sense of responsibility by maintaining a sedate pace of thrusting but wrapping myself around her as much as I could to keep her warm. Crossing my arms under her I cupped her breasts and squeezed – they were cool to the touch, her nipples like twin diamonds.

“Keep your hands there,” she said, “the boobies are cold!”

“I’d be honored to, but we could continue this somewhere warm—”

“No! I’m not letting go of this railing until you fill me with human semen!”

“As you wish.”

Pulling myself tight against her, I nibbled at her shoulder blade just above her wing shoulders. Her feathers ruffled as she shivered. Gently I rolled her cold, hard, nipples between thumb and fingers. Twilight moaned in response and the world swam as I turned the corner into orgasmic inevitability. Grasping the last threads of coherent thought I whispered, “accept this offering of molten desire, O Princess of Equestria who art Queen of my heart.” Then I became incoherent with animal pleasure as I ejaculated like my entire being was pumped into Twilight’s very soul. I was blinded by visions of pure light and colour sweeping across my vision in effulgent glory while my heat exploded inside her.

“…mmmmm” I only heard the end of what Twilight said.

“How you doin’?” I asked when the linguistic portion of my brain finally started working again. She was standing now, and I held her close, my limp, sticky penis pressed against her back.

“I was too cold to come again, but I still enjoyed that. You got that camera thingie of yours?”

I released her and bent down to rummage through my clothes for the camera. Twilight grabbed my hips and ground playfully against me.

“Go ahead,” I said, “you can totally do me if you want to grow one. Here’s the camera.”

“Can you pick me up,” she asked, “and stand by the edge? This is going to be an epic keepsake for when we are old ponies someday.”

I lifted her until she was head and shoulders above me. She threw her arm around my shoulders, pulling me close and mashing her breast against the side of my face.

Twilight stretched her arm to hold the camera as high as she could and pointed it down at us with the view of the city behind us.

“Look at the camera!” she called.

Instead I looked her in the eye and she returned my gaze.

“Oh, Princess,” distantly I heard the camera click, “I’m looking at the rest of my life.”