Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

“Dangit!” Twilight swore, “this spell is just not cooperating.”

Again the weeks had rolled past since she had appeared in my slumbers. My confusion at her behavior and the shock of misuse had faded into the rosy glow of the memory of having spent time with her; which faded in its turn to feelings of abandonment and despair in her absence. Leon had spoken grimly about his take on my situation – but I still thought he was wrong. Or maybe I knew he was right but I just didn’t care. I was head over hooves to see Twilight again. Feet, I corrected myself giddily, I don’t have hooves yet.

She wasn’t nearly as happy to see me as I was to see her.

“I have cast it with more power each time and here you are again. I’m going to find a way to get another dream toy. But since I’m here and you at least know how I like it…”

She fixed me with an arch glare.

“Do. Me.” she commanded. Then she tossed her head and sniffed. “But keep your emotions to yourself. Can you kiss me without saying anything stupid?”

How do I back off, when she’s the one invading in my dreamscape? I would accept her terms as best I could.

“I will try not to anger you by using the Ell word.”

And I’ll try not to sound like a giddy school filly, I added silently.

“Good,” she said quickly – too quickly. If it really was good, she didn’t sound very happy. If only she would share whatever it was that made her so frantic for superficial action – and so averse to the possibility of anything more.

“I obey out of my deep devotion to thee.”

“Watch it. I’m a librarian. Do not imagine that you can sneak a synonymic clause past me.”

“Ammor magnus doctor est,” I quoted.

“Saint Augustpone – do you think I don’t know the classics? It doesn’t seem to have taught you anything. If you want a word-fight, I’m ready. But I insist that we stick to languages we both know or I will kick your ass in Pre-Equiik,” she switched to that language, «stupid monkey.»

It was close enough to Pnakotic I could understand her and reply.

«The stupid monkey,» I answered her, «lives only to serve your divinely beauteous and sublimely revered Highness and will not dream of challenging your mighty verbal ascendancy.» As far as I knew, the Pnakotic language did not contain vocabulary capable of directly expressing love. Certainly such language was not used the the fragments I was familiar with – I was unlike to stray into forbidden conversational territory.

“Point taken—” she blushed “—let’s stick to ponic.”

Ponic? I would have called our shared language ‘standard terran’.

“Now,” she said, “make with the sex.”

I didn’t ‘just stick it in’, but neither did I waste any time. First a quick embrace then I matched the ferocity of her kisses with my own desperation until she began to respond with something more than anger in her need. Twilight had grown more demanding in her efforts to keep our love-making, -eh pardon me, our fucking- purely physical. But it seemed my skill was keeping pace with her need; I was a blur of action, rubbing, licking, caressing, nipping and more kissing. Her first orgasm came quickly from the loving ministrations of my fingers. Her pleasure lifted my spirit like the promise of dawn – only the need to quiet myself and not annoy her with words telling of love she did not want brought me down again.

As she settled to an intra-climax plateau I took the initiative to move my kisses further aftwards. I traversed her side, over her rump and applied my oral adoration upon labia and clitoris. The heat and tang of her marehood was intoxicating – instead of forgetting my lust now I was painfully erect. Knowing that I might not obtain any release at all drove me harder to satisfy her, to vicariously sublimate my need into serving her.

“I like this,” she said as I knelt behind her, my tongue on her clit, “it keeps you quiet.”

Apparently she did not know ‘the alphabet trick’ I had read about in datalinks. My little secret, I thought, as my tongue massaged the words ‘I love you, I love you’ across her clitoris. My mind wandered and I began forming more arcane symbols and phrases. Nothing that would ensorcel her or compromise her free will, simply charms to increase her physical receptiveness to the delights I offered.

The charms must have worked – she moaned and neighed and shuddered another lengthy orgasm. With my face in her plot and her silky tail cascading over my shoulders and down my back I lost all awareness of myself as a separate existence apart from her pleasure.

“I want you on your feet,” she said, “and putting it in me immediately.”

“Yes, Princess.”

Before rising to my feet I slipped a finger into her well lubricated vagina. When I stood I used the moisture on my finger to write a rune on my penis which would help me last longer. Hardly was I buried in her before she was audibly moving again towards climax.

“Oh yeah, human, almost ready for another…”

Softly I spoke, “it’s Tangent.”

“Hmmm?” she was not paying attention to my words. I guess maybe I’m supposed to be flattered that she was enjoying the sex too much to make conversation.

“That’s my name. Tangent Zeitwaffen Akos. The guy who—” I stopped myself before I said ‘the Ell word’ “—who cares about you. Me.”

“Mmmhmm?” she sighed as I buried my cock in her, again and again.

“Hello, Tangent,” I said in imitation of her voice, “pleased to see you again. You’re doing a very nice job back there. I’m sorry for treating you like an object, and the physical abuse.”

“I didn’t actually ask.” Now she was annoyed enough to pay attention. “And remind me to kick you again as soon as I come.”

It wasn’t long before she did – but it was long.

“Oh, oh, oh, ohnnnnggggg, that’s good, human. I might have to let you come even if you won’t shut up about feelings.”

“I have a name, pony,” I said.

“You may come, human.”

Haughty.

“Just say my name, pony.”

Insistent.

Why was I being so insistent?

“La, la, la, la!” she sang, ignoring my plea.

I withdrew from her and knelt behind her with my head down.

“I command you to ejaculate in me!”

“You may kick me, your highness. You have commanded that I remind you to do so after your climax and I obey.”

“But… I… wait,” she said, “this time I don’t actually want—” now she sounded flustered and hesitant.

“I love you, my princess. You don’t even have to like me. But if you can’t even say my name, just kick me again.”

“Ta…” she started, and then grew silent, stubborn.

“Kick me now.”

She kicked.