Splitting through the cacophony of chatter, a voice calls out to me. It’s Twilight, waving her purple hoof above the crowd like a flag. I wiggle my way to her.

"Save me~ "she squeaks out, hooves meekly flailing as if drowning between the overlapping backs of two groups in conversation. Grasping an outstretched hoof, I free her from her containment.

“My hero," smiling as she playfully courtesies. “Now please, take me to the buffet table,” her sweet tone souring into genuine concern “or I’m going to eat my own hoof.”

Playing along, I speak with a heroic baritone “Yes, ma'am.”

Hoof in hand, I whisk her through the crowd to a clearing at the edge of the table. Looking back, I see Twilight with her other hoof coyly hiding a smile, eyes glancing between her hoof and my hand. Realising I may have overstepped propriety, I quickly let go and shyly recede.

Giggling, she saunters past, brushing my side. Silently weighing up the pros and cons of the selection, Twilight begins magically peeling food from their plates and neatly organising them in the air. She sighs.

“Oh, I needed this,” before stuffing her face with multiple slices of cake, filling her cheeks like a hamster, muffling her words, “Bewing a pwincess ish hungwy work...”

The sight causes me to laugh. “I’m sure it is, I’m hungry enough to eat a horse, and I’m just-”

Twilight’s eyes shoot open in surprise. Realising the error of my words, I quickly try to salvage the situation.

“I mean, metaphorically-”

With a penetrating gaze, she licks the icy residue from her lips, “Mmm, I’m sure you do...”

There’s that smug look again.

“It’s a human phrase, it means-I didn’t mean to imply-” She interrupts me.

“Is it true humans only have around 10,000 taste buds? Equines have over 25,000. I wonder if our food tastes the same to you,” she swoops a slice of cake to my face, “Say ah~”

“Uh-” I protest, before curiosity overtakes my propriety. I take a bite. It’s richly sweet, fluffy and powerfully fragrant, a fruity smell intermingling with the chocolatey flavour. The icing sticks to the roof of my mouth. Familiar, yet exotic.
With my mouth occupied, I inform her with a thumbs-up.

“Still good?”

I swallow, “Still good.”

“Fascinating. I wasn’t sure honestly. Perhaps, we are not so different after all.”

“Maybe so. If we couldn't agree on cake, we wouldn't be able to agree on anything!”

We share a laugh together. “Very true...if you disliked our cakes, I'm afraid I’d have incinerate you,”

It’s easy to forget this cute purple pony’s powers are the equivalent of advanced weaponry. I gulp nervously, warily eying her pastel horn.

“...No evidence.”

We share a nervous giggle together. It appears she is as socially clumsy as myself.

“So...what's the relationship between equines and humans back on Earth?”

“It’s complicated.”

“I like complicated.”

“It’s...messy”

“Oh.”

“Humans have always had an interesting relationship with other animals. From getting eaten by them to eating them on an industrial scale. Ranging from worship to belligerence. Though their roles have changed in human society, that connection hasn't. Horses especially. Before we had machines, we used to rely on them heavily. Years later, we still measure our vehicles by ‘horse-power’ despite such a term being intangible to most people. Now, they are more like an icon.”

“Icon?“

“Yeah. They are about as fictionalised as humans are here! So much of our culture revolves around horses. Cowboys, Princesses, Knights...”

Twilights eyes shimmer as my words collide with memories of her studies, enraptured by the legends coming to life. It’s a little off-putting; I'm just ordinary, but to her I'm special and the tales of our boring world are as fantastical as Equestria is to me. Sobered by the correlation, I continue,

“...But it’s not all bad. Every little girl still wants a pony, and knights will always be badass.”

“Humans have knights too?”

“Yeah, a brave knight and his loyal steed. You can’t have one without the other. Riding into battle together, saving fair maidens. They were more like companions.”

“So, you're like my brave knight. You’ve already saved me once tonight. “

“That would require me riding you and well-” Again, I speak improperly. Internally scolding myself, my confidence dims as the growing pressure of my duty as the sole ambassador of humanity overwhelms the meager flames of my remaining hope.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“I guess not.” I sigh, apologetically.

“I like it. It’s cute.”

Unbelieving, I squark “You do?”

“Yes, A lot actually.” Her chirpy tone deepens

“As a princess, everypony puts on a façade around me. Perfect versions of themselves, but they aren't real. It’s sad everypony feels they need to lie for me to accept them. I’m the princess of friendship for crying out loud!”

Unwinding from her outburst, she gingerly smiles, looking up at me, “But your mistakes, it’s how I know I’m talking to the real you.”

Her words ignite my heart, shooing the inky tentacles of despair to the corners of my conscience. Seeing colour return to my cheeks, she continues.

“We all have our quirks, that’s what makes us special. My friends love me for me, and I wouldn't be me without them. It’s like dancing, you need to dance with yourself.”

“Truth be told, I don’t dance.”

“What? Why?”

“Because...”

Twilight looks expectantly. Can I really reveal this? Her empathic eyes reassure me.

“...Because I’m scared of looking stupid. “

“Stupid?” She retorts, “But, you’re far from stupid. You’re funny, smart, clumsy, but not stupid. You need to dance. If you look stupid with confidence, you end up coming off as charming anyways.” Emboldened, she grasps my hand. “Now it’s my turn to save you. Come, dance with me.”

She leads me through the crowd towards the dancefloor. Fear tugs at me, but her voice beckons me onwards, “I need to show you it’s okay to be yourself. “

The crowd thins along with my bravery as we get closer. Finally breaching the dancefloor, stones drop down my gullet. I can’t go back, as I’m already here.

Music wafts over me, but instead of placating me, the bouncy rhythm thickens the internal chains locking me in place, pressuring me to dance to it, but lacking the courage to follow. Turning to me, she starts bobbing to the wavering tune, coaxing my stiff legs to join hers. I lift my feet meekly, shrugging. I feel the exposing stares of bystanders' drill into me, wishing myself to shrink.

Approaching gently, she rears up gathering my hands in her hooves, resting one against her hip, matching me, drawing more attention. Pushing like a conductor, she sways me to the beat, warping my balance, forcing me to adjust my footing. Back and forth I stumble, clipping her treading hooves, wobbling.

“I’m not doing this right...”

“But you already are, this is a waltz. Front, right, back, left.”

Looking down, I notice we are actually in sync, regardless of the amateurish movements. As she steps forward, I step back, and as she steps back, I step in. The completely subconscious balancing act blending with hers.

“No way.”

She giggles, drawing the same out of me, lulling me into the dance, “Luckily, I studied human dancing exactly for this very circumstance. I wanted you to feel welcome.”

“Thanks to you, I do. I can’t believe it. For the first time in Equestria, I don’t feel like an alien.”

Twilight pulls closer, hugging me as she rests her head on my chest. “That makes me very happy.”

The surrounding sights and sounds gradually escape my mind as the intimate sounds of laughter and the meeting of our bodies instructs me what to do. We are dancing, together, to the beat our own hearts, thumping against each other through our chests.

A devilish look overtakes her as she steps wide, causing us to spin. Swirling, I can’t help but laugh, it reminds me of the teapots at the fair when I was a child. The world is a blur, except for Twilight, hooves in my hands, laughing with me. We careen around the dancefloor, surrounded by prim and proper ponies performing to each other, their judgement unable to penetrate our shared bubble of joy. We are dancing together, and that’s all that matters. A pair of aliens' content with each other. Twilight breaks the haze, with a breathy sigh.

“Don’t you believe me now? You’re wonderful. The only one in the world. “

A connection. Electric. In her eyes I see the night sky. And she sees something in mine. Subconsciously, we communicate: ‘Let’s get out of here.’ Breaking the swirling tide of gravity, we fall over each other. Hysterically, we untangle ourselves, before racing through the hall and down the nearest hallway, inspiring confused glares from onlookers as we disappear out of sight.

~

Giggling, we tumble through a door, the naughtiness of the impromptu tryst overwhelming us. Twilight locks the door behind us. We waste no time getting started.

Twilight rears up and leans against me, loosely wrapping her front legs around my neck, kisses landing haphazardly, back legs messily clopping against the floor as she struggles to maintain her balance. Lacking patience, my bestial instincts take over. Growling with need, I push her against the wall, burying my head under the canopy of her long, straight mane and attack her soft neck, nipping and kissing, tugging the skin between my teeth. Her yelp of surprise melts into a moan, eyes fluttering. Exhaling shakily, overloaded by her prey animal instincts intermingling with the need to submit. She surrenders, meeting my lips with her own, pushing and pulling hungrily. Our tongues flick and caress each other, brushing as our lips part, goading each other even further. We had no plans of stopping.

The music outside hums hollow through the wall, overshadowed by the snaps of kisses, the whispers of crossing breaths and intensifying moans. Grinding and rubbing, our bodies melt against each other. Her hooves paw enthusiastically as she magically unbuttons my shirt, splitting it over my body, the enveloping fabric replaced by brushing fur and pillowy lips peppering me. I feel a pressure tracing my length. Looking down, I can see the twinkle of magic stroking me through my pants, the fabric rippling from an unseen hand.

She bites her lip, containing a gleeful chuckle, the sight causing my dick to jump in her grasp. “I was curious about this too. Are you curious about mine?” Cooing indulgently, she licks my ear while stroking me. “Consider this an appetiser.”

Sighing, I can feel Twilight rocking her hips against me, scooping my clothed bulge between her plump thighs while teasing the length with magic. Her warm, rolling tongue traced my sensative ears, filling them with a low brushing sound. My hands dig and knead across the rise and fall of her flesh, the dress collecting in bundles over my hands as I uncover more of her shiny coat to grasp. Squeezing, her bulbous behind leaks through my fingers. I can feel the chains twining her flesh, hot and cold pressing against my palms. Her tail twitches, sweeping the floor. I can hear her gem winking, the chains pulling. Drips.

Hooking a finger underneath, I lift a metal thread from her soft rump tracing it over her star marked haunches, to under her tail. Rolling over the heavy ring, I claw across her thighs to her barrel before descending. As my splayed hand pokes her breasts, the supple mounds reciprocate the incursion, hugging my fingertips. I squeeze and claw, the bouncy humps reshaping to fill my grip as Twilight needily pushes them into my palms. After twisting her swollen dark tips, I release, her nipples dragging against my palm, pleading for more. Plucking at the taut metal strings, my fingertips glance over the gem. At the top, I can feel a loop holding the chains from each teat, and at the bottom is another with a clip clutching a line to the central ring, holding the ensemble together.

Gasping, Twilight’s stops her licking, attention now focussed on her depths locked away, the cool air hugging the wet remnants of her probing upon my ear. Opening her legs wider, she spurs me onwards. Teasingly I delve, her puffy lips lapping at the sinking gem's edges as I press lower. Upon reaching the bottom, I playfully tap the clip. Her clit knocks in return, asking to be freed. I deny her escape, instead rising to loop the chains from her teats around my finger and pull. She groans as I tug her nipples, her perky boobs lifting. The shield knocks against my knuckles. Pushing back, I block her winking clit, letting it bash against the flat rocky prison. She groans louder, legs rubbing together as she struggles to contain herself, tip-tapping in anticipation.

I stop my teasing and finally unclip the gem. The metal strands drizzle over her arching boobs before falling, swinging the gem softly against the wall with a thump, then to and fro between her legs before resting, stretching her plump tits. Free, her pink clit peeks from behind her dark lips, throwing a wet shooting star, dripping down the black fabric of my pant leg. Scooping her juice with a finger, I bring it to my mouth, Twilight watching attentively. It tastes sharp. I release the finger with a pop, causing another squirt to dart across the floor. Twilight shakes, enthralled by my fingers. I smirk.

“How long have you been curious about these?”

“...All night.”

“Then, consider this an appetiser”

Cupping her hourglass pussy, I scrape across the bare skin. Splitting her lips around my fingers, I slowly bury my middle finger, releasing delicate moans from Twilight. Sucking my finger in, I explore her deeper, curling and brushing, blindly feeling out her passage. Twilight coils a foreleg around my arm, looking at me longingly. Fulfilling her request, I begin drilling deeper. She moans, and her walls tighten. Feeling her clit bounce against my palm, I circle a thumb around its origin. Twilight with moans unrestrained, magically pumps my dick harder. Both pleasured, we return to kissing, humming into each other's mouths, overlapping the wet sounds of my fingering, and stroking of Twilight’s magic.

The sound of a zip splits the steamy ambiance. I feel my pants land around my ankles. A cloud of magic stretches my boxers over my cock, leaving it hanging from my leg with a wide dot glistening with pre. Giggling salaciously, I can feel her magic peel back my foreskin in the open air. I can see the glitter of her eyelids above her bedroom eyes. That same smug, knowing look. She knows I want her. I can’t disagree.

Hoisting her up, I prop her against the wall, her legs tucked under my arms. I can feel her pussy drizzling across my dick, luring me inwards. Draping her forelegs over my shoulders, resting her forehead against mine, she nods. Steading myself, I feel her magic line us up. Am I ready?

My preparation is cut short, magic pulling my hips to hers. In an instant, I pierce her, my head enveloped inside her. Face to face, I see hers contort in pleasure, her small mouth spilling out a long moan. Below, its tight, the pressure unrelenting. Her clit bounces against the curve of my cock, urging me deeper. I oblige.

Pressing, I spread her further down my length, until I reach an impasse. Too tight to continue, I slowly retreat, her insides pulling against me, until just my head remains. I push again, this time further, inspiring another drawn-out moan. Rocking my hips, I begin drilling deeper and deeper, each dive gaining more ground, punctuated by intoxicating moans that embolden me until our hips finally clap.

”Oh my goshhhhhhh.” Twilight’s hisses as her eyes roll upwards, tongue curling out her small mouth, strings of saliva dripping.

Gripping her hips tightly under her dress, I slam her against me again, and again, pumping my entire length into her making her squeal, sending rippling shockwaves across her rear, chains rattling and juicy tits slapping the gem against my balls. Her legs jitter and spasm with each thrust, pleasure overwhelming her.

Her horn shining, I feel her magically massaging me as I hump, capturing my swinging balls, tugging and pressing, wrapping them in weightless force. The feeling spreads further, along my entire length, enveloped by both her magic and her vagina, both simultaneously milking me. Feverishly I pound her body up the wall with each thrust, her straight fringe flapping from the impact, both of us on the precipice of nirvana, expelling laboured breaths. Twilight crosses her legs over my back, pushing me harder, crying out to the ceiling. With her overlapping technique it didn’t me take long to feel myself edging my limits.

Sensing my throbbing, Twilight urges me to put her down with a grin “I want to see what a human tastes like.”

Withdrawing with a pop, wet bridges stretch from our sexes, snapping. Sitting on her haunches with her dress pooling around her, Twilight opens her dripping mouth, ears drooping. As her magic pumps I feel myself nearing my peak, that sensitive sensation rising, toes curling. Her eyes plead for my release. Reaching the point of no return, I grunt as ropes of thick cum arc from my cock into her waiting maw, painting her tongue, splashing against the roof, falling in waves. Moaning, she keeps milking me, until the spurts become drips.

Empty, I slide down the wall until landing with legs outstretched, watching her. White beads tumble from her lips as her tongue swirls the viscous liquid, lathering it across all her taste buds. Closing her mouth, and raising her head she hums, relishing the flavour before swallowing, a river bobbing down her throat. Gasping for air, Twilight softly laughs as her lungs refill.

“You taste much better then how dragon cookbooks described.”

Panting, I respond “...Happy to please.”

“You sure were,” She coyly retorts

“Please, no more lewdness, my balls can’t take it.”

Slinking towards me, Twilight cups my spent balls with a hoof, supporting my sleeping dick with the other. With a smug smile she licks her lips, before scooping up a stray cum droplet with her tongue.

“We’ll see about that.”

~

Sharing gleeful glances, we return to the hall, unanimously revelling in our secret. Twilight hugs me, before stealing a peck at my lips. I scan hastily for any onlookers. This mare is dangerous. She hesitantly unwraps herself from me, before teasing me one last time:

“It’s true what they say about human stamina. You could have kept going till sunrise.”

“What else do they say? Any more myths for me to bust?”

“You're not busting anything else, for now.” She implies seductively, “I have to go now, Celestia needs me back. But...”

Tilting her head, she rubs her chin in thought, before naughtily explaining “...My chambers will be left open tonight. I want to give you a real princess’s welcome.”

“What else could you possibly do to welcome me?”

“Imagine.”

Lost in thought, Twilight swats me awake with her tail as she departs, captivatingly swinging her hips. A shiny metal reminder glistens from under her tail.

Author's Note

And that was my first erotica. I hope it was good!

As I said before, I do have plans to release more chapters, but there's no guarantee. They'll be similar to this one, with a short, but compact story and a lewd scene to top it off.

Next up is probably Rarity, or Fluttershy. Or maybe that special welcome Twilight mentioned. We'll see. Till next time, adios.