Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

The sound of the blast reverberated through the throne room.

Somehow Twilight didn’t even notice, something was distracting her.

I’d’ve liked to’ve pulled her under the map table to safety but seeing as she had a firm grip on my cock with her pussy, we were somewhat immobilized. I didn’t know where the attack had come from so all I could do was do my best to shield her with my body. And since I was already sprawled over her in a pretty effective shielding position, I stayed where I was. And since I was there already, I just naturally continued thrusting.

Thrust

Kaboom!

A second hole appeared in the ceiling.

Thrust

Kaboom!

One of the windows was gone.

After the third blast I realized where the explosions originated – blasts of magic shot from Twilight’s horn as her orgasm throbbed. Before I was forced to make the decision to spoil my beloved’s climax for the safety of Equestria (not to mention her own safety from a potentially collapsing castle), the emissions of magic changed from destructive blasts to psychedelic fields of light.

“Oh Tangent,” she said as she came down from her peak, “I felt like I was shooting fireballs from my horn, it was so intense. How was it for you?”

“Almost there, Twi, keep your eyes closed, beautiful Princess.”

“Okay… take your time, I’m in no hurry.”

I kept my pace steady and then at last, “oh Twi-ohyeahohyeahohyeah-light…”

I was still hard enough to keep riding. While I did I said, “Take a deep breath, open your eyes, and look up.”

“Wha-? Oh shoot! I really was shooting fireballs…”

“Yeah, only the three. I hope nopony noticed.”

On cue, we heard the clearing of throats from behind us.

“Dearlove, we are caught en flagrant.” I said loud enough to be heard, but I didn’t actually stop, “Do we brazen this out, or run for it and deny everything later?”

“Brazen! Get off me, calmly,” she whispered.

Deliberately I leaned forward and kissed Twilight’s shoulder, nuzzled her cheek as I slowed my hips.

“I love you, Twilight.”

She rubbed her head back against me and we enjoyed each other another second before facing our interrupters.

I turned as I dismounted. The throne room door now stood ajar with half of the Mane Six, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Rarity on the threshold, mouths agape.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” I greeted them, “I do apologize for leaving the door wide open.”

The three of them squirmed just a little. Twilight had not seen me close the door so my mild tease went unnoticed by her.

“Hey girls, thanks for dropping in,” said Twilight, “this is my coltfriend, ah buck it, he’s my lover, Tangent. I guess since you caught us I don’t need to tell you that we are doing more than going on proverbial walks on a long beach together. Honey, if you’ve been paying attention to the stories I’ve told you, you should be able to tell which of my closest friends these are.” Talk about throwing me an easy question. Time to score some points with her homegirls.

“I feel like I’ve know them for years already,” I boasted, “first for flying, we have the fastest and coolest mare in the land, Rainbow Dash. Then there is Pastry Professional and Party Planner Pluripotent, Pinkie Pie. And who could fail to recognize the immanently glamorous fashion genius of Rarity.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, dear sir,” said Rarity happily, “but please don’t let that stop you.”

“Hey bub,” Dash demanded, “what’re you up to blowing the place up? We don’t tolerate abusive coltfriends,” she stressed the word defiantly, “around here.”

“I don’t think it was him,” said Pinkie, “he looks mostly harmless. And—” her hoof clicked loudly against nothing as she tapped the empty air above her forehead “—no horn. Twilight, did you blast your lover while his throbbing obscenity was still buried in your wet euphemism?”

Rarity surveyed the damage a moment longer. “Oh, Twilight darling, your mother, much as we all admire her, has sadly neglected your education on certain intimate topics necessary for every female unicorn and, dare I say it, applicable to Alicorns as well. Come along and let us have a little chat in your boudoir. Mister Tangent, it is a pleasure to meet you—” I bowed to her “—I will have your inamorata detonatif back to you in two shakes of a tail. Pinkie, do be a love and don’t let Dash rough up the Princess’s special friend overmuch.”

I was left alone with Pinkie and Dash.

Speaking of Dash administering a roughing up, ‘overmuch’ seemed like an unnecessarily subjective ne plus ultra.

“Miss Dash?” I said, hopefully, “it’s really nice to meet you. Big fan. Love the rainboom.”

“Uh, thanks I guess.” She was still angry and the compliment merely irked her. “So you weren’t fighting with Twilight? You weren’t roughing her up?”

“Absolutely not.” I touched my fore-hoof to my chest, traced the holy shape of a horseshoe. “I worship the ground she walks on. Everything was strictly friendly and enthusiastically consensual.”

“What exactly was consensual?” Dash asked suspiciously.

“Bucking!” enthused Pinkie. “He bucked her until she went zing and when she went zing her horn went kaboom! Consensual, moist, and explosive!”

“Wha…?” Dash was suddenly blushing. She launched straight into the air and flew out one of the holes in the ceiling.

“If you’ve stillllllll never gone zing with anypone,” Pinkie shouted after her, “I can hook you up! Or, I can break you in myself!”

Dash did not rainboom on her way out, but she did not loiter, either.

“Is she gonna stay mad at me forever or just be embarrassed for a while and then we’ll be cool?” I asked Pinkie.

“I give you about seventy to thirty odds,” Pinkie squinted as she estimated, “in favor of her forgiving you in a while. Helped by the fact that I just further embarrassed her so she’ll be mad at me instead of you.”

“I can live with those odds, but I am sorry you had to stick your neck out for me. By the way, I need your expertise. What desert would you recommend? Kinda a ‘I just totally got caught doing it with the mare I love and now all her friends know exactly what we were up to but I am too happy to be ashamed and I sure hope I am not going to cause her any social awkwardness’ treat.”

Pinkie thought hard. She moved close, too close for comfort, and looked into my eyes, smelled my breath. Taking a step back, she licked her hoof and held it up to feel the non-existent breeze inside the castle.

“Yeah, I have a recipe for that one. I’ll have it ready about the time you stop by. I need to go start on the ingredients. This one is gonna take some time. Good to know you, Tangent, I’m glad Twilight finally has somepony special.”

For a moment her pouffy hair sank to stringy flatness.

“Do not let her down,” Pinkamena said.

The hairdo re-inflated and Pinkie cheerfully hopped out the door, closing it with her tail as I stood there shivering.