Happy Twilight Day!

Twilight’s tongue hung limply from her mouth as Roma and Torch Song stepped onto the stage. It was sometime mid next day, and the late afternoon sun was streaming through the windows. The blackout curtains only did so well. The audience had thinned dramatically in the early morning, and in the early hours of dawn it was mostly just the ponies who were on schedule. Now it was filling back up again.

Ponies were wandering back, the vast majority of them having already had their turn. She was too tired to shiver, but that thought made her brain tingle. She’d been intimate with almost every pony in Ponyville now.

Roma leaned down to get a closer look a Twilight’s face, and scowled as she brought out a handkerchief. Twilight curiously watched as Roma dabbed it across Twilight’s face.

“Don’t worry princess. I’m just trying to get the cum off your face before you go down on me. I don’t want to get stallion cum on me. Especially when I have no idea who’s cum it is anymore. Look at this… Some of this is dried from hours ago.”

Twilight wanted to be embarrassed, or even flustered, but instead she just quietly let Roma clean up her face. It was practical on Roma’s part, and expected on Twilight’s part. The act made sense for a normal pony. If anything, it was weird no one else had tried to clean her off before.

Torch Song didn’t seem to care as much, if at all, and already Twilight felt a few tentative licks on her own backside. Torch mumbled something, “Mmm… salty.”

Even now, literally hundreds of times in, it still felt good. Twilight sucked in her loose tongue and smiled at Roma as the now very familiar tingling sensation of a mare licking her clit kicked in. Torch had a strong tongue, and wasn’t afraid to use it.

Roma scowled, holding Twilight’s face firmly with her hoof. Twilight shuddered, finding energy to move again. Roma looked like she was one of the mean ones. Twilight had learned that she liked the mean ones.

“I don’t know if I should be disgusted or envious, Princess. Here I am, unable to even get a date, and you go and fuck every single viable bachelorette in town.”

Roma’s hoof gripped tight, pulling Twilight’s head a little closer so they were nose to nose. Her voice was a whisper and her eyes were squinted and angry, “I had my eyes on Torch Song, you know. I was thinking about inviting her out to dinner when I got your letter. But that fantasy ended the second I read the letter. I knew what Torch would say. I knew what they’d all say. Because I was going to say the same thing…”

Leaning forward, Roma pressed her lips against Twilight’s opened mouth. Roma’s lips were hot and dry while Twilight’s were soft, warm, and wet. Then, Roma stuck her tongue inside Twilight’s mouth. It was a sloppy, terrible kiss. Still, Twilight felt her heart race in response. Something about it was passionate, and it conveyed an honest desperation. The kiss was intimate—not loving, but needy and sensual.

Roma smiled weakly, looking sad. “And done… My very first kiss was from a princess. Fantasy fulfilled.” Her eyes flickered over Twilight’s head to the pony behind.

Twilight’s tongue was too tired to lick off her own lips. Roma had drooled on her, and the spittle was running down Twilight’s cheek.

Roma sighed, “The weird thing is that still felt amazing… Even covered in other pony’s cum and with your hair completely tussled, you still look stupid hot.” Roma sniffled, seemingly just barely not crying. “You’re still a princess… No amount of debauchery will change that. You still look royal, even though you’re… like this. Will it feel just as good when you eat me out?”

The kiss this time was lighter; more delicate. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you. But I’m still angry. I’m grateful you want to be with me, even if it’s like this. But this isn’t how I thought my first time would be. I feel… stolen from somehow.” Her eyes flickered back to Torch Song.

Roma shook her head, “No… everypony here is here because they want to be. Even me.”

She sighed, planting one more kiss on the very tip of Twilight’s nose before dejectedly adding. “Thank you for this opportunity, Princess…”

Twilight was concerned. Had she done something wrong? Torch Song certainly didn’t seem to think so, with how deep and eagerly she’d burrowed into Twilight’s pussy. Twilight wanted to say something to Roma, something to re-assure her, but the magic wouldn’t let her.

As Roma climbed onto the table, and unceremoniously shoved her pussy in Twilight’s face, the magic did let Twilight do something for Roma. It made sure that Twilight wasn’t going to disappoint her.

As Twilight’s tongue slipped into Roma’s warm folds, she let the magic guide her. She was too tired to control herself anymore, too numb to properly feel what’s good or painful anymore. Roma tasted warm, and the warmth was strangely re-assuring. As her lips worked, she moaned into Roma’s flesh.

“Stars, you are good… All that practice I guess? Or did you read up before? How could I ever…” Roma sounded dejected.

Twilight felt wrong somehow. This felt good, very good, and the warmth from Roma wasn’t magical in nature. No, it was the mare’s honest arousal, her interest and passion were flaring. So why did this feel wrong?

Torch was ignorant to the strife on the other side of the mare, and was buried nose deep. Her tongue was lapping hungrily against Twilight’s twitching flesh, and the shuddering ripped through her body far too easily.

Twilight’s horn flared, the crowd cheered, and Pinkie added another tally.

Roma groaned as she watched, her eyes locked onto Twilight’s half lidded, dreamy gaze. “Stars… I can’t… you’re….”

Her eyes narrowed and she covered her mouth to hide an ‘Eep.’ Twilight felt something warm and wet trickle down her face. Roma tasted rich and full, the tangy sensation coating her mouth in a thin slime. The mare clenched on her tongue, squeezing Twilight inside of her as she quivered.

The room felt still and quiet. Twilight wasn’t sure if the magic was silencing everypony, or if there really was a moment where nopony said anything. Maybe her mind was simply too overstimulated to register anything but the beautiful mare in front of her lost in her moment of bliss.

Then it was over, and Roma looked sad again. She pulled herself away, leaving Twilight’s tongue numbly hanging. Twilight lapped at the air reflexively as Roma leaned down and placed a big, wet kiss on her nose. The kiss was loving.

Roma’s eyes were filled with tears. “I hope you enjoyed that, Princess. It was my first time. I’ll never have another. I love you.”

She sniffled and turned away just as the time was called. Torch walked by, and pumped her hoof in the air. The crowd cheered.

Twilight smacked her with her head, surprising both of them.

“Oh? Are you okay Princess?” Torch looked down at her, confused.

Twilight nodded, pointing her horn meaningfully at Roma.

Torch looked at the mare walking off the stage, and noticed the quiet tears. She frowned. “Huh. Oh! Is she crying? She’s a cutie; I don’t want her sad.”

Twilight weakly smiled, glad that Torch had understood.

Her mind was in turmoil, but something snapped into place. Torch would take care of Roma. It would be okay. More than okay, they would be fine together. She knew this to be true.

Weird.

Pinkie rang a bell. Twilight wasn’t even listening as she introduced the new set of ponies. The thought struck her and she wouldn’t let it go.

Had she done this before? Not like this. Right?