Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

Much later that evening I was welcoming Twilight home for a third time.

We had shifted from oral to basic pony-style and I was riding her with a slow, strong, motion when she asked, “how many times did you and Leon make love?”

“Princess!” I protested, “what kind of pillow talk is that?”

“Are we going to keep sexual secrets from each other?” she countered.

“N-no. But we weren’t really ‘making love’ we were just—”

“I remember. ‘Convivial fuck buddies’ was the phrase he used.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “that about sums it up.”

“So tell me about it, I’m not jealous, I think it’s sexy. How many times?”

“A dozen or so.”

“Is ‘a dozen or so’ thirteen, or is ‘a dozen or so’ twenty three?”

“Closer to two dozen,” I said after a moment’s thought.

Twilight laughed.

“How does his ass compare to my royal plot?”

My cock continued to bury itself in said royal plot.

“Honestly, I never nailed him, but I’m going to say as an article of faith that nothing compares to your purple pussy of potent pulchritude.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet!” she said, adjusting her rhythm to drive me deeper into her with each thrust. “Never, really?”

“Ah, let me explain…”

—

“You’re on fire, boy!” Leon said, proud that his teaching had been so successful. “Your point, third in a row. Claim your prize!”

He spread his arms, naked in the warm autumn of Selphia. He had grown tan over the summer and the runes that decorated his body –starting from his strong thighs, circling below the flat plane of his belly, and traveling across a muscular chest to end in a third-eye symbol on his brow– were bright in contrast, almost matching the cloudless sky. Some of the blue symbols extended onto the shaft of his erect penis, surely the prize he expected me to claim.

Instead, “bend over that stump” I said playfully. “I wanna do you like you do me.”

We’d been dueling with sticks, and the stump where Leon’s sword leaned was just the right height to put his ass at the level of my dick.

Something wasn’t quite right as Leon followed my instructions and assumed the position, but I was distracted by another rune. Right behind his scrotum, I hadn’t seen this symbol despite the amount of time I had spent sucking his dick.

“Hey, you got another of those blue things back here, did you know that?”

I brushed his tail to the side and spread his ass cheeks to better examine the glyph on the skin of his perineum.

As I traced the shape with a fingertip, Leon made a sound almost like a whimper. That’s when I noticed that his pointy fox ears, normally pert with excitement before sex, were drooping.

“Are you okay?”

When Leon did not reply, I stepped around to get a better look and saw that there were tears on his face.

“What the fuck, man, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t do it this way, I just can’t”

“Why?”

“When I was growing up, centuries ago, I learned that only girls get fucked with cocks.”

“Am I a girl?” I asked. Despite concern for my friend’s distress, I still sported an erection and I shook my hips, causing it to sway side to side. “Do these look like a girl’s breasts?” I thrust my chest forward, pointing my nipples right at him – nipples that had received great pleasure from his kisses in previous encounters.

Leon answered both of my questions with a negatory shake of his head.

“I’ll just have to claim my prize some other way.”

Stepping closer, I strained upwards to meet his lips. Tension flowed out of Leon and with relief came passion. Rougher and harder he kissed me as I reached between us to massage our cocks together. Moments before he had been limp with distress; now when he was fully erect I put a hand on his shoulder to push down, until he was sitting on the ground with his back to the stump. Maintaining lip to lip contact with himthrough the maneuver, I sank down to my knees, holding myself above his cock. One hand pulled at my right buttock to ease access and the other led Leon’s hardness to line up with me. Lowering my body down, I pressed myself against his dick head. Lower still, and the pressure became an instant of discomfort and then he was inside me, filling me. My groan was echoed by Leon’s; this pleasure wasn’t love, but it eased a hunger, a confusion, stirred up by the impossible events I had experienced of late. As the pleasure grew, so did my urgent pace, rising up, driving down, taking Leon as far into me as I could. My tongue was deep in his mouth and the sweetness of him only grew as orgasm neared.

Leon broke the kiss to mumble, “don’t come on me, boy.”

Resisting the pull of his hands on my hips, I raised myself up, until his dick slipped free from my bottom, then stood.

“Do you really want me to stop now?” I asked, a touch of petulance creeping into my voice.

Leon looked nervously at how close I was to his face.

“N- no.”

I knelt again, guiding him back inside,and resumed my ride, his strong arms adding speed and power to the pace as I fucked myself on his cock.

“Then shut up and keep kissing me.”

I dove back to his lips and didn’t stop until we had both come.

After Leon spent his seed within me, he was still hard and I continued to ride him. My semen was slick between our bodies as I rose up and down, still pressing my dick against him. He had broken the kiss again; I panted heavily, eyes closed to focus on my pleasure. Leon’s hands migrated to my chest, fingers gently teasing nipples.

“You’re getting hard again, boy,” he said after a time.

I couldn’t reply, too caught up in the satiny friction of the sensitive underside of my cock rubbing on his belly. Instead I leaned back, giving him better access to my upper body. The gentle rolling between finger and thumb became a more insistent pinching, further electrifying my senses. His dick had softened and slipped free from my ass; mine grew harder as I ground against him, seeking a second climax. When it arrived, all I could do was mewl Twilight’s name and pass out.

—

We had migrated during the telling. Now I sat at the edge of the bed and Twilight rode my cock like I had ridden Leon’s. I couldn't get the deepest penetration in this position, but her pussy was warm and wet around me and I had no complaint.

Neither did Twilight complain, moaning forth her own orgasmic cries after the climax of my tale.

“That was hot,” she sighed, slowing, “ bucking hawwwwt. Even if the middle part of the story was somewhat angsty. Also, some wicked good friendship (with benefits) work. I hope he’s learned to communicate better with his lov– eh, partners.”

“I hope so. I guess he’s with that sword-slinging acting Princess now, uh, Avani. The one who had him all hot and bothered when we first started banging.”

“Well, I promised to tell you about my conquests. My greatest was an anomalously cute human. I was almost out of control, I was horny, and in human terms, all I wanted was a fuck buddy. Instead I met you.”

“And then I made it weird by saying I love you.”

“I have come to appreciate your devotion to truth. Of course, I couldn't have known about that at the time, so yes, it did make it a little weird. And all the more confusing based on what was going on in my head. Are you close?”

She hadn’t stopped grinding her hips slowly against me.

“Yeah.”

“Do something for me? Pull out and come on my wing shoulders.”

“Uh, okay,” I said, baffled but willing.

Twilight rolled off me and threw herself across the bed with her wings wide.

I hoisted myself over her, supporting myself with one foreleg while I reached down to clop myself until I ejaculated on her, splattering her back between her wings. With the head of my dick I rubbed the milky fluid into her coat.

“Love you, Princess. Why did we do that?”

“Mmmm,” she exulted as semen ran down her side, “you have marked me.”

“Hey, that wasn’t anything degrading was it? Maybe we should have learned from my story and talked it over first?”

“What? No, no, of course not. Well, I guess it could be if the stallion was a jerk and if I wasn’t willing, but I wanted you to do that.”

“What’s it mean?”

“Listen, I was raised unicorn, so I shouldn’t know any of the pegasus rites – not even the other Alicorns know about this. But I did a lot of pegasus research after I gained my wings and I read things that should never have been written down. You can’t tell anypony that I had you do this, but just between you and me, that is how a pegasus mare shows a stallion that she is his. The idea is that she thinks of him with every flap of her wings. And I do.”

It was a romantic notion, but I wondered what other tribal mysteries might exist.