Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

“Wake up, Princess sticky-crotch!” I called to Twilight. “Shower up and get some breakfast in you. We’ve got another excursion planned.”

Twilight sat up and yawned. “Where to?”

“It’s a surprise, unless you don’t like surprises today.”

“I love surprises when you give them to me.” She sniffed. “Yeah, I definitely need that shower. Will you be joining me to help scruuuuuub?”

“It sorrows me to say this, but no. I’ve already showered and I have (dunt, dunt, dunnn!) preparations. Let me dial in a nice shower setting for you.” I hoped the ‘dawn glory’ program I had downloaded would appeal to the protégé of the Sun Princess.

I fetched an outfit for Twilight, put it on the counter with a note reading “wear this” and sat down to enjoy the exotic ombre chinoise displayed on the shower curtain. The golden glow of simulated sunrise filled the shower enclosure and back-lit Twilight in exquisite contrast. She seemed to spend a lot of time getting her clitoris clean – hurrah for attention to detail, but maybe a second shower would have been a good idea for me after all.

As soon as the water stopped I scarpered to my tiny kitchen and started cooking up the pancake batter I had prepared before waking the Princess.

By the time she appeared wearing the clothes I had discreetly purchased for her, breakfast was ready.

—

Transit deposited us back at street level. We stood before the largest library on remaining on Terra, a visually unimpressive structure. Brutalist grey geopolymer, a mere hundred or so floors showing above ground, in a perfect cube.

“Behold!” I said, “the squaramid of doom.”

“It clearly says ‘Library’ on the front of the building. And below that, it says ‘no public access’.”

“It’s the librarrrrry,” I trilled, “of dooooooom.”

Additional to the hundred floors we could see from the street, there were some fifty-ish floors, that I knew, of below ground. This was where the best stuff was found. I was sure Landers knew the depths better than me, but I was also sure he was the only person who did. So when I needed an unobserved corner to spring my surprise for Twilight, I knew exactly where to take her.

A side door yielded to my access credentials and a freight elevator, dusty for long disuse, plunged us into the depths.

“And here is the secret archive…” I said as I lead her through the empty hallways. It was only a slight simplification on my part. They were secret in the sense that they were forgotten, listed as destroyed a century ago by someone too lazy to haul them to the shredder. But it was true that, “some of these books are half a millennium old or older.”

Volumes in the deeper levels were obscenely old compared to this mere handful of centuries.

“We shouldn’t be in here without permission,” Twilight whispered portentously, then, “eeeeee! - just try to stop me!”

“Trust me, Twi, I know my way around, I could ride an elephant in the front door without being noticed. And I know you love books.”

I was leading her to a corner away from the door. Where one of the lights just happened to be dimmer than the rest. “Look at those ones with the faded red binding on the bottom shelf.”

Twilight got down on her knees and elbows to examine them. Carefully she slipped a volume from the shelf. She opened it to the title page and read out loud.

“‘Oregon Territory District Court Jurisprudence 1807-1828 volume three of eight’ Why am I looking at these in particular?”

“Because it puts your sweet ass in just the right position for…”

I knelt behind her, flipped her skirt up.

“♥!” Twilight’s reaction was nonverbally succinct approval.

I would have to explain the significance of the outfit I had chosen for her, but later. Sad, but the panties would have to give their life to perfect the setting. I grabbed the waistband and broke the elastic, tore the thin fabric until I could remove them from her.

“Mmmm” said Twilight, “tweed skirt, white blouse, dorky glasses, a dark aisle of shelves, every librarian’s classic fantasy. How did you know?”

Evidently I did not need to explain anything at all.

“Now’s the part where you call me a bitch whore and gag me with my own underwear,” she purred.

“We gotta skip the insults baby, I am too much in love with you, I can’t do it like that.” I took the torn panties – they were damp in a way that suggested Twilight’s library fantasy had been on her mind for a while. “But this part I got.”

I stuffed the ruined panties into Twilight’s mouth, tied the dangling ends behind her head.

Now I unbuttoned her blouse and removed her brassier; I tied her wrists together with it.

“Try to scream now, my little pony, muhahaha, nopony will save you from your wildest hot sexy dream coming delightfully true…”

“Mmmmmff mmmmffff!” Twilight gave a happy little mock cry. In all truth the panties would not have stopped any actual attempt to call for help, no more than the loose knot of her bra really restrained her hands. On the other hand, I had personally disabled all sensors in this lost chamber of the library and no matter how loudly we enjoyed the scenario, nothing was going to disturb us.

“Here’re the insults for you now. You are so beautiful I could just kneel and worship you in sybaritic ecstasy all day. Your purple buttocks” I cupped them and squeezed hard “are round and full of delight like the grapes from which flow the wine of ecstasy. Your labia” as I spoke I ran my fingertip slowly up one lip, down the other, and then between them “are a cryptic smile full of secrets I long to kiss from you. This” I circled my finger around her clitoris lightly brushing its hardness “is the jeweled pivot upon which the galaxy spins in giddy euphoria. And here—” I slipped two fingers into her vagina, slid them slowly in and out “—flows that wine of delight.” She was really wet and moved with my touch. Still sliding fingers in and out, I slipped my other hand inside her open blouse, massaged a breast. “Oh, the Fruit of the Tree of Pleasure…” I lowered my head so I could get my face down under her tail. “The forbidden gateway…” I murmured and placed a kiss on her anus. I licked around and around, not penetrating. Twilight wiggled and moaned. I pulled my hand from her breast and spidered the fingers down to her groin where I resumed rubbing her clitoris. Twilight’s moans grew louder. Hearing and touching her were making me crazy with lust. With a supreme effort I kept my motions steady, did not rush my lover, but surely she could feel the heat of my breath grow fierce under her tail as I licked and panted.

Twilight twisted her hands around in their improvised bindings. Pushing the book out of the way she rested the side of her face on the glossy surface of the floor and with her bound wrists crossed under her chest began pinching and rolling her own nipples. Louder still grew her moans through the minimally effective gag. She bit down on the shredded panties to keep quiet as her orgasm began.

“unggggg unggggg unggggg do me nowwwwww,” she mumbled around the gag, her words semi-unintelligible as her face was still on the floor. It would have been delicious to tease her and draw it out it out longer, but I needed her as much as she needed me.

I fumbled my pants open, and thrust my hardness deep into her heat.

“Oh Celestia, Twilight, I am not going to last long.” Frankly I would have probably come on the first stroke if I hadn’t had a clop while she was showering this morning.

I sprawled forward so I could hold her breasts to pull myself against her. She still had her face to the floor, one hand rubbing her clitoris, the other reaching further down to touch my cock as I slid in and out of her.

“Twi… here it comes, I'm gonna-”

“Mmmmf face!” she spat the gag out of her mouth, “come on my face!”

I withdrew and stood, grabbed Twilight’s shoulders and pulled her up to a kneeling position. She still rubbed her clitoris, and slid two fingers of her other hand into the pussy I just vacated. I grabbed a handful of her purple hair and held her close, stared into her eyes. With the other hand on my firm shaft, I stroked myself and rubbed the head against Twilight’s face. She stuck her tongue out and licked me as I rubbed on her mouth. I rapidly approached the edge and went off like a geyser. Still staring into her violet eyes I milked my cock for every millisecond of pleasure and every drop of semen. My field of vision filled with fireworks until only her eyes were left unoccluded and I wobbled with vertigo.

“Oh, Twi, Twi, Twilight my only light…”

I collapsed to the floor and pulled her into my arms. Her face was soaked, slathered with semen. It ran down her forehead, under her glasses and into her eyes. It dripped from her nose. And it covered her lips which I kissed as though my life depended on it.

“You truly have conquered,” she murmured between kisses.

“I dare you,” I said as I caught my breath, “to go out in public with that all over your face.”

“I totally would,” she coyly replied, “but you’re about to lick it all off.”

And I did.