Ipomoea Nil

by The Burrow

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro, Porn, Rarity, Sex
Length: 4018

Rarity certainly knows at least two ways to say good morning~

Twilight and Rarity have a very healthy relationship. They work through their problems, by chatting and through practice. Twilight's worried about trying a new food? Rarity will order it and let her nibble. Rarity stressing that she can't think through a new design in time for her latest collection? Twilight will be her helpful rubber ducky, and listen.

Twilight has morning wood and feels awkward about it? Rarity will have it very well handled.

Written for Dezmo's NSFW Contest

Cover art is 2392670 on derpibooru. Suggestive, but SFW. Original artist is AliceSmith31

Published 2022-08-31 22:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-08-31 22:00:01 UTC

Ipomoea Nil

Twilight had been awake for a while. She slept poorly with someone sharing a bed with her. It was a new experience, yet despite her sleepiness during the day it was one she felt privileged to experience those days.

Her own bed wasn’t big enough for sharing. It was a small, one pony thing that was more practical than pretty. It was made with one purpose and one purpose only: for Twilight Sparkle to sleep in.

So instead she was sleeping in Rarity’s bed. It was soft and plush, though it had a dozen too many cushions for her tastes. She’d persuaded Rarity to shuffle them off before they crawled into bed the night before, giving both mares plenty of space to sleep in. Rarity’s room also afforded them plenty of privacy. She’d left Spike in the are of Applejack for the night, and while Sweetie Belle was elsewhere, since their relationship started Rarity and Twilight both had warned Sweetie Belle not to burst in when Twilight stayed over.

Of course, they both decided the very middle was the perfect space for them, and they had fallen asleep cuddling.

In the morning, Twilight didn’t watch the sunrise, instead only experiencing its majesty through the light that streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, and between long, indigo curls.

She hardly noticed the songs of morning birds, instead focusing on the breathing of two bodies in a bed.

Sharing the space under the covers as she was made her hot and a little uncomfortable, thus she scooted her back out of the covers, but she kept her arms and a leg wrapped around the white furred coat of her partner.

Yet, despite being awake for a while, Twilight dozed. Early morning stiffness kept her limbs slow as she adjusted her position, her eyes half-lidded while she stared forward, and an awkward, almost numb lump stuck forward in her pyjama shorts.

Another little shimmy pulled the waistband down just far enough that it pinged off the lump and to her lap, to which Twilight winced and hissed.

The pony in the bed with her stirred. The sheets bunched up between them as she rolled over to face Twilight, and sparkling blue eyes slowly opened to greet her. That was all Twilight could see, with the sheets pulled up over both their shoulders, but that was all she needed to feel happy and right with the world.

Knocking the grimace from her face, Twilight smiled. “Good morning,” she sung softly.

“Good morning,” croaked Rarity, followed by a forceful little cough. “Sleep well, I hope?”

“Very,” Twilight lied, but it was one she was happy to make. It’d be more accurate to say she only woke well, but being a pedant first thing in the morning always seemed to frustrate Rarity.

Rarity hummed, her hands sliding out from the covers. One was a little stuck under her body, and could only reach for and hold Twilight’s forearm. The other found its way to her waist, then her back, and she pulled. Both their bodies closed together, chests meeting and legs tangling, though Twilight shimmied her hips back before they got too close.

Seemingly upset by the act, Rarity pulled again, this time bringing her hand down to Twilight’s rump. She squeezed her ass, and while Twilight relented, it was only by a few inches.

Rarity grunted. “Twilight, darling…”

“I know, I know,” Twilight muttered back quickly. “It’s just—I’m not used to it still, being in the same bed as you.”

There was a tut, and Rarity grinned devilishly. “Are you saying you don’t enjoy my presence?” she asked, a teasing note in her voice. “Because that’s the only likely explanation you’re trying to wriggle away from my grasp.”

“That’s not it at all!” With a huff, Twilight pulled her arm out from under Rarity and propped herself up on her elbow. “I… I really enjoy waking up beside you. It’s just… Other stuff I don’t like waking up to. You know what kind of stuff.”

Rarity stayed where she was, and Twilight wasn’t sure if the slight quickening of Rarity’s breath was a sigh. “Yes, I know,” Rarity said.

They both lay there, Twilight avoiding Rarity’s gaze and instead staring at her hand under the covers, her finger idly rubbing at Rarity’s hip. While she couldn’t see it, Rarity’s gaze could be felt. Under other circumstances Twilight would have interpreted that as judgment, condemnation. It certainly felt that way.

She knew it wasn’t. She knew that, and held onto it as she turned to face Rarity again, shuffling back beneath the covers and up against her from shoulder to hip, her hands on Rarity’s shoulders.

That also meant her morning wood found itself pinned between both their bellies.

“Much better,” Rarity purred, and Twilight smiled.

“Still feels weird.”

“I bet it feels good, too.”

Twilight shrugged, and gave her hips a little roll, rubbing herself against Rarity. “Mostly weird. It has this kind of numb feeling when it does this. It just wants to be stiff, not enjoyable.”

The tip bumped the underside of Rarity’s bust, getting a noise out of her mouth and a giggle from Twilight.

From there, Rarity wordlessly slipped her hand off Twilight’s waist and between them. Fingers wrapped around the girth, and her index teased around the ring of flesh in the centre.

“Still just weird?” asked Rarity.

With a roll of her eyes, Twilight rubbed her cheek against her pillow. “Yes, still just weird. Like I said it’s not a horny feeling.”

Rarity simply hummed a, “Mhm,” right as her hand proceeded up and down. Despite not feeling particularly randy, Twilight still grunted and fidgeted as wandering digits teased and squeezed the spongy flesh.

The rhythm was steady, quick enough as to stimulate but not enough to disturb the covers too much. Before too long Twilight sucked in her bottom lip as her cock tingled.

“I’m assuming it’s a little less weird now,” said Rarity. Before Twilight could nod, the other woman shuffled down beneath the covers, disappearing from view. A hand shoved at Twilight’s hip and thighs, encouraging her to turn onto her back. She did so, and a very Rarity shaped lump found its way where her lap ought to be.

Her cock was brought upright, away from the heat of her belly, though it and Rarity radiated enough that Twilight was sweating beneath the sheets. That heat rose up through Twilight’s torso, tugging at her lungs and teasing out a quiet, shallow panting. It built up in her chest, and she brought one of her hands up to her night shirt, tugging the hem up with it.

Somewhere in the process her prick had lost some of its rigidity, but Rarity was well on her way to fixing that issue. With both hands at work, she squeezed upward and slid downward, as if she were encouraging the blood to remain.

“Do you really wanna do it this early…?” asked Twilight, her voice growing breathless and shaky.

Rarity slowed down. “I’m happy to if you are. Are you?”

Twilight, then upon realising Rarity couldn’t actually see it, she said aloud, “Yes, keep going.”

There was a giggle beneath the sheets, and they lowered down. The fabric bounced a little as things sped up again, while rapid motions made her cock sway and brush against the sheets from beneath.

Her heart beat quickened with Rarity’s hands.

Both of Twilight’s hands flexed, one uselessly at her side, while the other put its restless motion to good use. She pulled up her shirt a little higher, just enough that she could wriggle her fingers beneath and onto one of her tits. Unlike below, she wasn’t particularly large chested, though it was enough to make at least a few of their friends stare. Fortunately, Rarity and herself were more or less equals in that department.

Goosebumps spread underneath Twilight’s palm, though she didn’t feel much more than a slight tingle. Clearly, she needed to follow Rarity’s lead.

The hand cupped underneath one boob with her palm and most of her fingers, while her forefinger and thumb curled around her areola. She focused as well as she could through the growing haze in her head, feeling out Rarity’s method.

It was a little movement at first, just the barest squeeze along the curve of her tit up to her nipple, timed between Rarity’s pumps. The next was a little more, a rolling squish applied the same way. Her nipple was stiff already, but each squashing motion made it tingle. It helped take Twilight’s remaining breath away and leave her squirming.

It became too hard to focus on keeping her timing with Rarity, and their motions drifted apart. It removed a sense of space around Twilight that she let herself enjoy with a whining that rose up through her throat. Her hand squeezed harder, her finger and thumb pinching to the tip.

Some of the pleasure vanished for a moment, the hands at her groin both falling to the base of her prick. Twilight started to bring her head up to look down, only to be stopped in her place with tightly shut eyes and another whine.

Rarity’s mouth was wrapped around the head of her cock, and her tongue danced over the almost flat shape.

Twilight’s legs curled up, her knees pressing against Rarity’s sides, only for one of them to then stretch out again and scrape her hoof along the bedsheets beneath her. Rarity didn’t let up, thus Twilight’s legs continued to writhe.

Presumably she was getting in Rarity’s way, as the unicorn slid her hands down Twilight’s thighs and used her bodyweight to flatten out Twilight’s legs. What Twilight assumed was Rarity’s head dipped down as she did, and it was confirmed when she heard—and felt—the gagging gulp of a cock forced a little too far into someone’s mouth.

It felt good, especially juxtaposed to how much of her cock wasn’t covered in Rarity’s spit. It was a little cooler, despite the hot and sweaty air around it, but it wanted to be in that warm and wet somewhere above.

Twilight’s hips twitched up, getting another glurk out of Rarity. Sinking her teeth a little harder into her lower lip, Twilight offered a meek, “Sorry.”

Other than a little cough and a pause for breath, Rarity didn’t seem at all fazed. A few seconds of awkward, uncomfortable silence lead to a little more unstimulated fidgeting from Twilight, but Rarity again put a stop to that with her hands and mouth.

Twilight had been in a similar position before, but every time it felt divine, to steal a phrase from Rarity. Rarity’s lips marked a clear divide into the hot and moist interior of her mouth, and every time she brought that line a little lower than before.

Rarity must not have wanted to give up on the little challenge. She pushed through her coughing and jerking, soon forcing the broad, flat head down her throat.

Twilight’s limbs went cold. They always did when Rarity went quiet like that, her airways clogged by alicorn cock. Though she was in control and could pull free any time for air, it nagged at Twilight’s mind all the same.

It also made the horny nugget at the base of her brain go bananas, and it yanked the cable to jerk her hips up again.

She got a slap on the thigh in return, but Twilight wasn’t able to mutter out an apology that time. Her breaths came in too hard, too fast, while her mind focused entirely on the mind blanking pleasure spreading from her loins.

Hands returned to stroking her cock, with Twilight following a few seconds behind, again squeezing and massaging her tit. Rarity’s rhythm also carried to her throat and mouth, which Twilight felt in detail when her spit covered shaft was exposed to the air. Rarity also made sharp, hissing noises through her noise as she breathed in deep, emptying and refilling her lungs before diving back down.

For the first time, she made it to Twilight’s median ring, when a tightness seized Twilight’s crotch.

Twilight struggled to release her bust, and her other hand uselessly reached out to Rarity. “The sheets! Rarity!” she managed to squeeze out between her frantic, laboured breaths, but Rarity didn’t stop. The pressure built up, clenching Twilight’s balls tight to her pelvis, contracting the muscles around her groin.

Like a fire to a fuse, the pressure exploded into bliss that ran up along Twilight’s spine to her head. Her vision blurred, and what little she could focus on made no sense to her. It wasn’t anything to do with her climax, so why should she care.

She arched her back, grunting and whining through the seconds as her cock pulsed, sending more waves up through her body. Each one was weaker than the one before, but they were still intense, stealing her breath and jerking her legs.

They got longer every time, Twilight swore. A little too literally, maybe, as Rarity giggled from between Twilight’s legs.

With her muscles tenser than she could remember, Twilight struggled to get herself to relax. Her back remained curled, pushing her belly up, and her tit hurt from the pressure her fingertips were applying to it.

Rarity’s slow rise from the depths helped Twilight unwind. Her fingers slid from the alicorn’s cock to her belly, and she gently pushed her down with her body weight. Her hands then reached for Twilight’s, wriggling their fingers together and thus saving Twilight from a weirdly hand-shaped bruise from forming.

Before long she was smiling down at Twilight, her hair falling around their faces like a curtain and casting Rarity’s features in shade.

She dipped down, kissing Twilight. For a second, Twilight groaned through her nose and reciprocated, opening her mouth a little.

The moment was very quickly ruined when Twilight gagged. She shoved Rarity up then turned over, spitting out the gooey, salty mess from her mouth and letting the rest drool from her tongue and onto the bed.

Giggling from behind her, Rarity leaned over with a hand on Twilight’s bicep. She remained silent as Twilight slowly lay back, propping herself up on her elbows and glaring up at Rarity.

She could only glare for so long. Rarity’s gaze had the perfect mix of mischievousness and affection only she could master, all wrapped in the most innocent looking smile. Somehow, her face had remained entirely clean, while Twilight could feel her cum dripping down her chin. She was pretty sure she had a few drops on her night shirt too.

“That was mean,” said Twilight after a few moments, and Rarity giggled again.

“A little, but you enjoyed every moment up to that point, didn’t you?”

Twilight sighed, then lifted a hand to wipe her face down. That also hid the grin that spread across it. “Yes, I did.”

“I do say that a reaction like that doesn’t bode well for anything else we might do together, you know. If she can’t handle her own cum, howsoever could she handle mine?” Rarity giggled again, leaning back down to Twilight.

“That’s not the same—I was surprised. It was surprising.”

“You liked the surprise at first,” purred Rarity.

Twilight growled, though it wasn’t very deep. It just made Rarity laugh again, and the next growl sounded more like an indignant whine.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you,” said Rarity. “Even if it is hilariously adorable to see you squirm. Apparently I am quite adept at—“

Rarity squeaked as she was cut off. In a second and a flap of her wings, Twilight chucked herself over Rarity and rolled onward. In the commotion the covers were thrown off the bed, and Twilight found herself looking up at her marefriend from below, her hands wrapped around Rarity’s thighs. They were thick and soft, easy handles for Twilight to take charge with.

She also got to see Rarity in full for the first time that morning. Like Twilight, she wore a night shirt, albeit a little over-sized to cover her hips and ass. Unlike Twilight, she forewent any formal pyjama bottoms and instead wore a pair of plain but body hugging panties.

The view from such a steep angle was beautiful, though the same could be said about Rarity from many angles. Rarity’s indigo locks fell over her chest, and while much of her face was obscured from Twilight behind Rarity’s bust-line, she could still see her eyes.

Rarity blinked a few times, her eyes looking around the bed and at Twilight while her head remained still. A quizzical look crossed her face, and she said, “Darling, I appear to still be on top. Is that what you were aiming for?”

Without a word, Twilight instead grinned in answer. It wouldn’t be properly seen, as Rarity was practically sitting on Twilight’s face below the nose, but the shape of cheeks and her eyes ought to say enough.

The added licking of Rarity’s sex probably also said a lot.

Rarity tensed up, starting at her shoulders and then running down to her legs, which squeezed around Twilight’s head. A firmer squeeze from Twilight’s hands kept those thighs from squeezing uncomfortably.

“Ah,” was all Rarity was able to say, and Twilight tucked in.

Licking cotton wasn’t the most fun thing in the world. It stuck to her tongue, stealing her spit, but she hoped that it would leave a similar, pleasantly cold feeling whenever it snapped back into place. She made sure of it as she pushed her tongue up and applied it to Rarity’s folds, conforming the fabric to her flesh.

For the first minute, Rarity squirmed. Her legs fidgeted, shuffling her weight awkwardly on top of Twilight’s shoulders and collar, though Twilight managed to keep the other woman steady enough as she worked. That indigo tail also flicked out a surprising number of times.

“I g-get what you mean by feeling weird,” Rarity said. “Never noticed that before now.”

“Mhm,” Twilight hummed out, then her tongue squirmed around and into Rarity’s panties.

That restarted Rarity’s squirming anew and intensified.

Tilting her head, Twilight dug her snout into Rarity’s groin, and by opening her mouth she was able to engulf her pussy. It was enough to push her knickers aside and give Twilight plenty of space to work, though she also took note of the way Rarity’s hands rose higher up her chest each time she breathed through her throat.

Her tongue worked its way up and down, teasing around the outside of her labia in one circuit, then inside with another. Each time she came close but intentionally avoided Rarity’s clit, aside from the occasional, accidental brush. That told her a developing story as it filled with blood, stiffening out of its hood.

She let Rarity get frustrated. She let Rarity’s face turn to a glower, and her hands wander over her chest, faintly squeezing at her tits. She waited until one hand squeezed at her nipples poking through the fabric, then focused the entirety of her attention to that weak little button.

Both of Rarity’s hands squeezed hard, and Twilight dug her fingers into Rarity’s thighs for good measure. That kept her in place as she rocked back, though Twilight had to adjust herself and push up with her hips to encourage Rarity to lean forward again.

As she lapped around Rarity’s clit, criss-crossing over it and getting a good, prolonged taste of her marefriend’s juices, Rarity leaned further forward than Twilight was expecting. Her pleasant view from beneath was cut off as one of Rarity’s hands used Twilight’s face to keep her balanced. Her fingers avoided prodding anything painful, but it still forced Twilight’s eyes shut, leaving her with only Rarity’s far more subdued noises and shifting to guide her work.

It was enough. Twilight had done more with less data, after all.

She split her attention between clit and vulva. For a few moments, Twilight’s tongue delved deep into Rarity’s tunnel, with an added hum of pleasure or exaggerated, “mlem,” to go with it. For the other moments she was back to work teasing with Rarity’s joystick, nudging and slurping at it. Occasionally she even gently pushed at the flesh around Rarity’s clit with her teeth as she delved in, though she took care not to apply any real pressure. Just enough to make the feeling known, but not enough to cut.

Twilight took smug satisfaction in the way Rarity tensed above her. It got harder and harder to control Rarity’s legs, and a fingernail dug into the skin of her cheek. She had to use a little telekinesis to save herself from a cut, but that was all she allowed herself to do.

When Rarity’s quietness was cut through by a sudden, loud cry, Twilight let her head get squeezed. It hurt, especially as it put pressure on a lightly aching jaw, but she let Rarity have her moment of selfish bliss.

At the same time, Twilight didn’t let up her assault. Up close and personal, she felt and sensed the muscles in Rarity’s groin contract and spasm. They squished her inner walls around the tip of Twilight’s tongue, and the climax ensured Twilight got a mouthful of Rarity’s cum.

She tried to swallow what she could, and let the rest dribble down her cheeks and chin.

It took Rarity longer than Twilight expected to come down from her high. That might have been down to a similar sensation of stiffness to what Twilight experienced only minutes earlier, or that she was just that good at getting her girlfriend off. While she knew it could be either, Twilight laughed at the latter idea.

The biggest sign that Rarity was recovering came when Rarity peeled her hand off Twilight’s face. What she saw delighted her; A red faced woman wiping drool from her mouth, wearing an unreadable expression and panting all the while.

Twilight took that to mean there wasn’t anything wrong with her performance, and reinforced her smugness.

She was a little sad she didn’t get to watch Rarity’s face turn that beautiful shade, though.

“You better not,” said Rarity. Twilight tilted her head back and opened her mouth, to which Rarity replied with a, “Good.”

With a little help, Rarity managed to lift both her legs off Twilight’s shoulders. Without any help from Twilight, she then settled in beside the alicorn, putting one hand underneath her while she snuggled up to her side. Twilight wriggled her arm underneath Rarity, curling it up and around her waist.

Giving a glance down her torso, Twilight grimaced at what she saw. She hadn’t felt it, but she was coated in not just sweat but she had plenty of white streaked over her lavender fur. She was fortunately mostly soft at that point, with nary a whisper of any further arousal, but her prick was still slimy with the stuff.

She glanced back over at Rarity, who was immaculately clean. White furred as she was, the wet, gloppy glean of cum was most assuredly not present.

Rarity noticed, then lifted her head up, propping it with her first and smiling down at Twilight. “Is ought the matter, darling?”

“How?”

With a grimace of her own, Rarity past Twilight, to the bed sheets bunched up at the edge of the bed. “In fairness, you did warn me.”

Twilight groaned and shut her eyes. “Sorry. I’ll take care of it.”

Rarity shook her head and pecked Twilight on the nose. “Nope. You warned me. I’ll take care of it. You need a shower.” Rarity let out a yawn, then dropped her head back down, her snout buried into the crook of Twilight’s neck. “In another five minutes.”

Twilight wanted to turn and cuddle Rarity, but she didn’t want to make a mess of her pyjamas too. Instead she remained laid out on her back.

“Didn’t sleep too well?” she asked.

“Nope.”

“Kept thinking of me and stealing looks?”

“Yep.”

Twilight snickered. “You better go put some coffee on too.”