Author's Note

Here Begins the Second Art of Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony:

A New Life in Equestria

30-Equestria

Sparkles of magic faded away and I found that I was really standing on my own four hooves in Equestria.

The air was sweeter than anything I had ever breathed on Terra. The grass, the hills, the trees were more shades of green then I could have imagined. The stinky raccoon dung under my left rear hoof was more real, more perfect, more authentically foul smelling than any raccoon dung I had ever stepped in before. I shook my hoof and wiped it on the grass.

“Look at me! I’m a pony! I can trot!” I suited the action to the word. “I can canter! I can gallop!” I did so in a small circle, returning to Twilight’s side. “I can side-step! Woo-hoo!” Then I lept straight up, all four hooves leaving the ground.

Twilight was back in her pony form as well. She tackled me, we rolled and she came up on top, planted a wet kiss on my mouth. Even her kisses were better in Equestria.

“Wow!” said Twilight, “you’re a natural. I expected it to take a while for you to learn to walk steady on four feet. How do you know the gaits?”

“I had the great honor,” my elation faded slightly both with the true memory and the galling necessity of some painful duplicity, “of being my eldmost sister’s squire at dressage. She was not a kind horsewoman, but I learned to respect the horses.”

“And now you are one of us!”

“Yes! With the royal alicorn mare I adore! In Equestria! Its like a dream!”

The hillside meadow where we stood commanded a nice view of, but not a militarily significant position above, Ponyville Castle. Beyond lay Ponyville. Twilight saw me glance towards town.

“Lets go introduce you to ponies in a while. I want you all to myself for just a little longer.” She started trotting down the hill, her cargo of coffee slung across her back. The load that her human form had found awkward to heft was nothing now that she was a pony. “I’ll show you the castle.”

“And then we can go for a real gallop”

“Or a horizontal gallop!” she inuendoed.

“Now you’re talking!”

We soon drew near the castle – a far larger structure than ancient cartoons had lead me to expect. Twilight lead the way across the draw bridge. The guards at the drawbridge saluted as we entered.

“Fluttershy has been castle-sitting for me – I sent the domestic staff for a holiday of unspecified length at the Imperial. And since I’ve been gone for so long she’s probably got Discord plus a zillion and eight critters hanging out with her. Please don’t tell Discord that you are a Chaoist. We all value his friendship but he can be a little over the top with his chaos if you encourage him.”

“He will figure it out, probably quickly. But I won’t try to help him to do so. I would like to see the cutie-map table.”

We were nearly to the throne room where said table resides.

“And don’t scare Fluttershy,” she continued, “with any sexy, outré, antics. She isn’t going to approve if you—”

“March into the throne room,” i ad-libbed, “bend you over the map table, and plow you.”

“Exactly. Don’t do anything like that around Fluttershy.” Twilight’s emphasis was unsubtil. Flipping her tail up and shaking her plot at me was only slightly less subtil.

“Yes, dear, I will save fornicating on the map table for when we have the place to ourselves.”

“And not a moment later!”

“The throne room!” Twilight bowed low as she waved the doors open with drama.

The tall doors moved silently on their hinges.

Dramatically, the first thing either of us saw was Discord’s nuts swinging. They were comically huge, watermelon sized hanging between his knees as he thrust his cock into Fluttershy. It had to be illusion, a magic prank for our entertainment. Fluttershy was leaning over the map table moaning, her eyes shut she did not see us stand and stare. Discord turned his head, raised an eyebrow in inquiry as if to say, “so?”, and returned his attention to Fluttershy.

Twilight’s jaw hung open. Her head moving in unison with Discord’s thrusting hips, swaying balls.

“…Hot,” I finally whispered.

“…Bucking hot,” she corrected.

Thrust.

Sway.

Thrust.

Sway.

Twilight finally spoke.

“I always suspected this. Ever since that time it was Tuesday every day for two weeks, I knew something was up between them. You know that thing I just told you not to do?” Her voice was rough with desire.

“Yeah?”

“Tour later. Do that thing to me now.”

“March into the throne room, bend you over the map table, and plow you?”

“Yes!”

“Around Flutter—”

“YES!” she cut me off.

“And not a moment later,” I intoned, coda.

I carefully pulled the doors fully shut, dropped my pack next to the wall, and broke into a quick pace. She was already halfway across the room. She wasn’t sneaking per se but she did not call attention to herself. Fluttershy was not noticing us and Discord was not stopping.

Twilight leaned over the table to the right of Discord and Fluttershy. She braced her fore-hooves and shook her rear at me again. Sweet Baby Celestia, that ass! I patted her rump and mounted. I had hoped to take it slow my first time entering her with my equine body, but no way was I going to delay when she wanted it now. A glisten of wetness beckoned me from between labia: I lined my cock up and pushed. This was definitely a tighter fit than my human cock had been in her pony pussy. But I was on target, she was ready from watching the show, and it was good, oh so good.

“Twilight…” I breathed in her ear

“Oh, yeah, Tangent, that is how you plow a plot.” She groaned again as my medial ring popped in, “unnnnggg yeah…”

Discord turned toward me, raised his right arm, made a fist of his paw – I raised a hoof and bumped his fist. We were Chaos Bro’s already and I hadn’t even violated Twilight’s request that I not tell him my alignment. But I could see he was about to cause mischief.

“Twiiiiiiiilight,” Discord schmoozed, “how good to see you! And your little friend!”

“Who you calling little!” I mouthed as i glanced significantly downward, “I’m hung like a horse!”

“A small horse.” Discord stifled a giggle.

Suddenly finding herself on the spot, Twilight froze, involuntarily tightened around me – apparently the possibility that she might need to make small talk right now was not an integral part of the doubtlessly thorough risk assessment she had performed before asking to be bucked in front of her friends.

“Oh, thank you, Disco-o-o-ord-unghhh,” she tried to sound casual, failed completely. “I’m so glad to be home, thaaaaa-uungghhh-nk you for taking good care of the castle.”

I kept my pace steady so she could time her words between thrusts, but it didn’t seem to help her.

“Nggghhh!” she continued, “oh, hi, Fluttershy! Nggghhh! Nice day for a quickie on the map table, huh?”

Fluttershy still did not open her eyes. “Not. Quickie.” She spaced the words out between Discord’s thrusts, her own gasps. “Been. Edge. Forty. Minutes. Aaaaaainnnnnn." She bit her lip again to silence her whine.

Discord looked pretty smug about now, and he had every right to. I was impressed. Twilight was impressed. The bucking table was impressed too, not to mention damp.

I nodded my approval to Discord. We fist-bumped, hoof to paw, again.

Conversation lapsed and Discord and I bucked our mares. I’d seen the back of the Princess’s head before, but the perspective in this body was better. I was too focused on Twilight to know what sign Fluttershy gave, but Discord picked up his pace. Fluttershy stopped biting her lip and began a low keening. After another minute she cried out with startling suddenness and volume.

“Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!” She pounded both her fore-hooves on the cutie-map table as Discord ground against her, his draconequushood buried, throbbing, inside the yellow mare.

Fluttershy’s eyes were open now, wide and rolled back, her body arched and rigid. “Fire and Chaaaaaos!” She drew the last word out and gave a final, bloodcurdling, bestial, howl. Then she shuddered and passed out peacefully.

Discord slowed his thrusting to a slow in and out. When he was sure Fluttershy was soundly asleep he withdrew, kissed her cheek, picked her up, and slung her over his shoulders like a sack of spuds. She drooped there, limply, snoring. Draconequus semen and pony juices dripped to the floor from her hindquarters, drool dripped from her cheek.

“Breakfast is at se-e-e-ven,” Discord cheerfully sang out. “Flutters will sleep till then, but I'll be baking blueberry mu-u-u-fins. Have fun kids!” He slapped my ass and vanished with Fluttershy.

“Wow,” Twilight said.

“Bucking wow,” I corrected.

I was still enjoying Twilight’s body, but after that performance it was difficult not to feel outclassed.

“Um, just for the avoidance of doubt,” Twilight said, “I am not going to be coming like she did. This time. But I am enjoying this, don’t stop.”

“Its gonna take practice to be like those two.”

“Lots and lots of practice.”

“Mmmmm yeah, Princess… do you still have your birth control magic fired up? Cos I’m not far.”

“Fill me up, baby, I won’t be fertile unless I choose it. But if you want to start a family right now, say so.”

“Let’s get married first,” I suggested.

She didn’t say no. She didn’t say no. She didn’t say no.

Leaning forward as far as possible I could just lick the base of Twilight’s horn as I rode her. It tingled on my tongue like an electrode about to discharge.

Twilight responded to the stimulation with a series of low moans, “Ohhhh, Ohhhhh, OOHHHH”

And then Kaboom.