Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

Once more I licked Twilight’s face clean of semen. But this time it was my own, not a misguided tentacle monster. And this time instead of weeping she was basking in my attention and the afterglow of her own pleasure. Again and again I kissed her as I cleaned her.

“Can it end like this, Twilight?” I asked. “You and me. The purpose of the multiverse, complete.”

“Mmmm, no baby I promise you this is only the beginning.”

“Okay, as long as our tale is long and epic.”

“Speaking of long and epic—” she cupped my balls and in her hand “—how long do we wait until you are ready for another epic?”

“Unless you want to spend some magic and be stuck in my world longer, I need an hour or more. I, uh, really got off. The boys tell me they are well and truly drained.”

“?” Twilight’s glance was a question.

In reply I looked down at her cupping hand and nodded.

“Oh! Well, good job ‘boys’ that was lovely,” she said, massaging my balls. “How shall we enjoy our refractory interval? Is it safe to hang out here? Those reading chairs look comfortable enough, but is there any better reading material around here than ancient court cases?”

“Well, it’s safe enough here, somepony disabled the intrusion sensors. We could move in here and it would be years before we got caught. But all the books on this whole floor are pretty dull – the raw background data of history without the insights, crosslinks, and summaries. It was supposed to be shredded centuries ago, its all been digitized. If you want to read any of it, its all available on the console back at my place. To get to the books on magic, the ones that can’t be digitized, we gotta go deeper.”

“Deeeeeeper sound great.” She gave me a sexy smile with her eyes half-lidded. “Anywhere to clean up a little more?”

“There used to be staff housing a couple levels down, ages ago. We can find a unit with a working shower.”

We dressed and made the trek down to the housing level, detouring the long way around sections where we might be noticed. I made a point of “randomly” picking the dom’ I had prepared.

Twilight tried to turn on the lights but nothing happened when she waved her hand.

“I got this, babe.” I grabbed a candle and turning my back briefly to Twilight I drew flame from my fingertip to light the candle. I used the first candle to light a few more. Twilight watched me, one eyebrow raised.

“I’ll go way out on a limb here and assume that the other century-abandoned domicile units are not equipped with romantic candlelight.”

“That would be correct. There’s even soap and toilet paper in the bathroom too. Shall we move in a showerwardly direction?”

“Indeed we shall,” she said, shedding clothes as she went.

“The autowash works too!” I boasted as I followed her, gathering her clothes back off the floor.

There wasn’t even dust on the floor.

In the shower we washed each other by candlelight.

“I hope by now you’ve learned to read some of my subtle clues—”

“Like the primitive guttural moans?” I murmured

“—but just in case I want you to know that I really enjoyed that. Seriously.”

The shower was basic compared to the one at my domicile but we were more interested in scrubbing and and exploring each other than comparative plumbing minutia and analysis.

—

“Towels, what a luxury,” Twilight remarked as we dried off, “and rather unexpected in an abandoned home.”

“And the sheets are clean if you would care to join me, my love”

“Your snares are ever beset with more snares, o dark seducer of the librarian.”

“You’re one to talk, o violet seducer of this librarian.”

“Who’s a librarian? You are? Too?”

“My current job title is Senior Research Librarian. I can confidently say that I know the arcane texts of this world better than anyone else alive even if I am not a user. But mostly I’m writing my master’s thesis on the use of Synthetic Lexical Theory to prove the existability of at least one meta-epistemology to reconcile mutually exclusive expistemies.”

“Can that really exist? If you have contradictory facts, which may exist under unrelated theories of knowledge, how can you create a unified framework of cognition?”

“I argue that no fact can stand alone, but is merely shorthand for a meta-fact subsidiary upon an array of assumptions which are usually not even noticed, let alone specified. My task is to prove that it is possible to sufficiently enumerate the unspoken paradigms such that fact and contra-fact can comfortably interact in a coherent absolute calculus. Honestly, it turned out to be a natural continuation of the studies for my bachelors degree in cryptoliterature subtext analysis. I think some of the old sages were already on this track.”

“Oh. Em. Cee. You are a huge bucking dork. Just like me. Why didn’t you tell me you were a librarian?”

“I told you I love you. My studies, career path, the universes and indeed breathing seem such very small things in contrast.”

“Dork,” she said and kissed me hard. “You totally, dorky, delicious, dork.”

“Also, you never actually asked, my tender dorkett.”

“A mere technicality, vile pedant!” she laughed as she straddled me on the bed. “To avoid any potential for uncertainty, I’m asking now: is this—” she reached behind herself to squeeze “—ready for action?”

“Lets go, I’m ready.”

“Commencing round two! You want me on my knees or my back?”

“Lets stay like this? If you slide a little you can lower yourself onto me and you can be in control.”

“Sounds tricky, but nice”

It was tricky. And very nice.

“I like this.” Twilight cooed, “something different about the angle inside me. But I’m not sure if I have the leg strength to get myself all the way. Is it working for you?”

“It’s great, and the view from here is fantastic. I wish you could see this. Its super sexy watching it slide in and out of you.”

She raised herself up high enough that the corona of my cock head just peeped from between her pussy lips. When she slid back down my full length we both said “Oh, yeah…” in unison.

“Hold on a second,” she said like I had a choice – she was driving. She leaned over and grabbed her costume glasses from the side table. She put them on and recommenced her grinding. “Do these make me look like a total dork?”

“Definitely.”

“Do I really do look like a dork?”

“Mega-dorkage,” I confirmed.

“Isn’t it great?”

“Yeah!”

Twilight continued to ride me until she sounded close; but she was looking tired. Unsure whether pleasure or exhaustion would win, I took my hands from her breasts and braced my elbows on the bed.

“Here, babe,” I reached up to take her hands.

We wove our fingers together and she took some of her weight off of her legs. Shifting herself, she was able to grind with renewed vigor.

Our eyes met, and as her orgasm began mine was just on the edge of inevitability. The contractions of her vaginal muscles, squeezing my cock, pushed me over the line and I spent myself profligately in her silken depths.

“Oh, by the mane of the Kellestrix, Twi I could fall into your eyes forever,” I panted.

She was still coming hard when my climax had ended; I focused my entire will on maintaining my erection for so long as she should need it. Eventually I softened and slid out; Twilight continued slide her drenched vulva against me.

“More,” she sighed.

Experimentally I tightened my pelvic muscles – nothing would be happening down there for a while, I was done. But I couldn't disappoint my princess.

Lasciviously I winked and licked my lips.