A Very Tasty Treat

by AtomicClop

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Moondancer, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2118

Moon Dancer and Twilight have a quickie

Moon Dancer and Twilight have a quickie.

This was written for Trick Question as a part of Summer Sin 2022 story exchange!

Published 2022-06-25 08:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-06-25 08:50:01 UTC

The Tastiest Treat

"Tell me if you see any librarian-type ponies," Twilight said as they entered the Tasty Treat.

"Twilight," Spike complained, "we tried this at three other restaurants already!"

"And my late fines are already up another twenty-six more bits!"

Spike pretended to cry.

"Waiter," said a seated mare, "we're ready to order."

Spike blinked. "Oh, uh, I'm not actually—"

"Three samosas, two curry specials... Do you think that's enough for the two of us?"

"Hm," Spike said. "Well, I would probably order some naan as well. For the table?"

"Sounds great."

"Twilight? Is that you?"

Twilight's ears twitched at the familiar voice. Smiling, she whirled around. "Moon Dancer! How've you been? I'm just visiting. No real reason. Heh."

"Well," Moon Dancer said, "it's good to see you! I'm just meeting my friend, First Folio, for lunch. Do you want to join us?"

Twilight looked around. Spike was taking orders and shuffling to the kitchen.

"Well," Twilight said, "I don't have a lot of time..."

Moon Dancer, too, looked around. "Hmm, my friend seems to be running late."

Twilight shrugged her wings as she watched Spike waiting tables. "I guess I could sit for a minute."

"Sit, you say?" Moon Dancer smiled and pointed a hoof at the corridor to the bathrooms. "Quickie? For old time's sake?"

Twilight's eyebrows rose.

"Whoooo!" Moon Dancer said, recoiling from the bathroom door. "That smells like turmeric, garlic, and war crimes!"

"Your house?" Twilight said, touching Moon Dancer's withers.

"I live on the far—"

𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕪

"—side of town. I forgot you could teleport." They were standing in Moon Dancer's living room.

Twilight leaned in and kissed her. Moon Dancer's glasses went askew as her ears went straight up.

"You could teleport if you practiced more," Twilight said after breaking the kiss. "You should learn to teleport."

Moon Dancer waved a hoof. "That's a lot of work and I'm busy."

"But it's the best birth control."

Moon Dancer's magic pushed her glasses up her nose. "What."

"Teleport but leave behind the—"

"Ah-da-da-da-da-ah-just-just, let's be done with that topic." Moon Dancer shook herself, then gave Twilight a small smile. "It's better when you teleport me."

"Let's see where I can take you now, hmmm?"

Moon Dancer leaned in and nuzzled Twilight. Twilight leaned in, too, and closed her eyes. Twilight held still, enjoying the warmth and smell of the other mare.

"It's been... a year? Two?" Moon Dancer said.

Twilight kissed her again. "Let's get this done quick before Spike or your friend notice we're missing."

Moon Dancer trotted to her bedroom, tail raised indiscreetly. Twilight's eyebrows rose at the sight and she followed a step behind, sniffing deeply. Moon Dancer was already starting to show her glistening excitement, and Twilight was feeling the first hints of warmth under her own tail.

"Still got the closet of delights?" Twilight asked.

Moon Dancer waggled her eyebrows and levitated out a large key from under her sweater. She used it to open the doors of a wooden wardrobe in the corner of her bedroom.

Twilight, remembering the treasures within, wagged her tail to try to cool the wet heat that seemed to be exploding across her backside. Her wings flexed an inch off her flanks.

The doors of the wardrobe opened and recessed lighting crystals snapped on, revealing an array of neatly-arranged toys. Dildos and vibrators, strap-ons, fleshlights, and cock rings—all the same raspberry color as the stripe in Twilight's mane, which Moon Dancer claimed was a coincidence—were arranged in neat rows.

"Cock rings?" Twilight said. "Fleshlights?"

"I've started experimenting with stallions," Moon Dancer replied, blushing. "But that's not a topic for today."

"Unless you want me to go grab Sunburst?"

"Nah, this is a quickie," Moon Dancer said, "and it takes him forever to cum."

"That's not his fault," Twilight said. "He fucked a kirin and needed skin grafts."

"How is that... not his fault?" Moon Dancer asked.

"It's not his fault. Have you even met Hot Patootie?" Twilight retorted. "I'm not even gay and I want her. She's gorgeous. She's the only kirin model in the Manehattan fashion scene."

"You're not gay," Moon Dancer said, levitating the largest strap-on from the closet and cocking an eyebrow.

"What size is that? Manticore?" Twilight's tail tucked as she looked at the monstrosity, trying to imagine the slab of silicone inside her. She was excited and getting wet, but there were biological limits.

"You wear it, then," Moon Dancer said. "I've been meaning to try it out."

Twilight flapped once and landed, kneeling, on the bed. Moon Dancer sidled up behind her and reached up, stretching her neck, and sniffed deeply under Twilight's raised tail. "Oh, you're excited."

Looking over her shoulder, Twilight smiled in reply.

Moon Dancer nibbled the fuzz on the back of Twilight's left thigh, then her right, slowly working her way up, closer to Twilight's treasures. Her tongue dragged up, against the grain of Twilight's fur and Twilight shuddered. As Moon Dancer's tongue got close, almost to the now-sopping slit of Twilight's—

Moon Dancer broke contact, backing away.

"Wh-what?" Twilight panted, eyes crossed and ears trembling. She'd been enjoying it, and her entire body tensed up in anticipation of Moon Dancer making contact with her snatch.

"Roll on your back," Moon Dancer said.

"Ah." Twilight tucked her wings firmly to her flanks and did as commanded. Flat on her back, she took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it out as she relaxed.

Her muscles lost their tension and she let her wings and legs spread wide onto the soft bedspread. She and Spike had been running, literally running, around Canterlot for hours. To just take... a... moment... and relax...?

That felt nice. Her eyes closed as her stress seemed to leak out of her spine and into the bed.

And then Moon Dancer buried her face into Twilight's snatch.

"Oh!" Twilight's eyes popped open and her wings went stiff, across the bed, as Moon Dancer's tongue dragged up through her slit, between her labia. Moon Dancer hmmmmed and ahhhhhed as she tasted Twilight's excitement.

"Even better than the Tasty Treat," Moon Dancer said, smacking her lips and diving back in.

"Hopefully it is a tasty treat." Twilight's body shook, the sensations of the other mare's warm tongue brushing up and down her opening and against her clit leaving her panting as shocks of pleasure ran up from her nethers into her belly. Her abs clenched in time with Moon Dancer's licks and Twilight arched her back, trying to drive herself more firmly into Moon Dancer's face.

"I—I thought I was wearing the strap-on," Twilight said.

"You are!" replied Moon Dancer, pushing up on her forelegs to loom over Twilight's relining form. She levitated up the massive manticore-sized toy and Twilight noticed it was hook-shaped: It inserted into the wielding mare's pussy before the straps were cinched around her hips.

"Oh, kinky," Twilight purred.

Moon Dancer's levitation took the hooked end—smaller than the main shaft but still larger than most stallions—and pressed it against Twilight's opening. Twilight grunted as the flared tip pressed into her vagina, uncomfortably for a moment but then wonderful as it popped past her opening and split her channel open.

"I need to get the double-penetration version," Moon Dancer mused.

"Double for the wearer or the receiver?"

"Yes."

Twilight bit her lip, pondering. Then: "Let me know when it arrives."

Moon Dancer, eschewing levitation, used her hooves and teeth to fit the strap-on's straps around Twilight's thighs, cinching them tight. Twilight squirmed and moaned as Moon Dancer nibbled and licked Twilight's thighs and belly and pubic mound.

"There," Moon Dancer said, giving the massive raspberry shaft a tug, which settled the hooked end deeper up Twilight's channel. Tension—followed by relaxation—swept up Twilight's body as the toy's width plowed into her and then her body adjusted to it. It was like fucking Big Mac, honestly.

And, Twilight reminded herself, the nub of the strap-on inserted into her was about half the diameter of the one Moon Dancer was about to take.

As Moon Dancer climbed onto the bed and straddled Twilight, aligning her snatch with the massive silicone shaft, Twilight asked, "When did you get so size-centric?"

"After Lemon Hearts tried a new spell on Twinkleshine."

"I might have to invite those two over for a drink sometime." Twilight pushed up on her elbows and Moon Dancer leaned down, their lips meeting in a kiss. Moon Dancer's horn lit as she positioned the massive dildo to brush her own labia and slowly lowered her hips, taking in the first quarter of the toy.

She shook, her kisses turning desperate against Twilight's lips, and the pressure of her rump driving down pressed the other end deeper into Twilight.

Both mares moaned, softly, into the other's mouth. Their eyes open, they stared into each other.

Twilight pressed her hips up, the silicone splitting Moon Dancer wide and driving deep.

"Oof!" she said, her glasses falling askew. "Okay, my eyes were bigger than my vag."

"This thing might be bigger than a manticore."

"It's not."

Twilight raised an eyebrow. "How do you kn—"

"Fluttershy."

Twilight lowered her hips and the shaft slid back down. Moon Dancer squeaked as the invasion retreated from her.

With a forehoof, Moon Dancer pressed Twilight back down, flat on the bed, and lowered her own torso until her belly touched Twilight's, her weight on hers.

Twilight's hoof reached behind Moon Dancer's head and pulled her down into a deeper kiss. She lost herself in the taste and warmth of Moon Dancer's mouth, their tongues playing together.

Moon Dancer shifted her hips back, slowly taking in more of the strap-on's bulk. Sweat broke out down her back and her body shook. Twilight felt the thick shaft of the toy distending Moon Dancer's lower belly where she laid on Twilight.

"Good?" Twilight asked.

"Woooo!" Hot juices dripped from Moon Dancer's snatch onto Twilight's pubic mound.

Moon Dancer dragged her hips up, letting the shaft slide back out, and Twilight's sensitive alicorn nose detected the scent of Moon Dancer's excited flows. The smell made Twilight's mouth water and she dove back into the kiss.

It took Moon Dancer a minute to fall into a rhythm as her body acclimated to the size of the toy and her juices lubricated its surface. Slowly at first, then faster, she thrusted up and down, riding it harder and harder. The tugging in-and-out on the flared anchor in Twilight's own channel hit her g-spot and she wrapped her forelegs around Moon Dancer's shoulders. Moon Dancer, in turn, kissed more desperately and her thrusts up and down on the shape turned sharper and shorter.

Moon Dancer broke the kiss and bit Twilight's shoulder, at the base of her neck, and Moon Dancer's muscles tensed as she drove her hips down, one last time, taking the entire length of the shaft in a single instant.

Eyes widening at the pain of Moon Dancer's bite, Twilight felt a warm, wet squish as Moon Dancer came, gushing around the diameter of the strap-on and soaking Twilight's mound. The clenching motion as Moon Dancer's vagina tugged on the toy transferred to the section of it inside Twilight and the bite, the squelchy flows of the other mare's juices, and the tugging all combined to set Twilight off into an orgasm of her own.

Shaking, they hugged each other. Moon Dancer released the bite and kissed up the side of Twilight's neck, across her jawline, and gave a last peck onto her lips.

"Wow," Twilight said.

"Oof," Moon Dancer said. "Would you believe me if I said that was the first time I tried that toy?"

"Yes."

They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, each with a goofy smile and knowing it was goofy but not caring, before Moon Dancer lifted herself off the silicone shaft with a splurp.

"Spike's probably wondering where I went," Twilight said, quickly levitating the straps off and removing it.

"Drop it in the bathroom sink," Moon Dancer said, sliding to the floor and standing on shaky legs. "I'll clean it tonight."

Twilight, too, slid off the bed to the floor. They both raised their tails, airing out their wet and hot nether regions. After a quick kiss on Moon Dancer's lips, Twilight put a hoof on Moon Dancer's withers, and—

𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕪

—they were back in the corridor to the restrooms at the Tasty Treat. They trotted, tails high and smiles wide, back to the dining room.

"There you are," Spike said, holding a tray of food as he waited tables. Then he sniffed. "What's that seasoning? It smells like your old dorm from school."