The Continued Adventures of Princess Molestia

Being a sexi demigod can have its ups and downs. It isn’t always perfect! One such instance is a stormy night where I’m tossing and turning under my sweaty sweaty covers, unable to settle or push from my mind the myriad of naughty thoughts. Clopping works, sometimes, but other times it’s just not enough.

And tonight is one of those times.

Thunder cracks outside my bedroom window, rolling toward me like an approaching beast. It’s not that I’m scared of thunder per se, but you try getting some shut eye with a storm louder than Mrs. Cake’s wedding night (trust me, I was there) raging out your window!

It’s good that in situations such as these I have a protege on whom I can call, no matter the time of day. In many ways Twilight Sparkle is like me. She may not quite have my looks, or my beautiful fat ass, but it cannot be said my student doesn’t have a lustful streak a mile wide.

I roll over and call to the door: “Guards!”
One creaks it open and pokes his head through.
“Send a chariot to Twilight’s house in Ponyville. Tell her it’s for a very important assignment.”

He nods and departs.

Not that I need to twist the truth like that, of course—Twilight would be here in a flash even if I told her the real reason for wanting her company.

Ten minutes is all it takes for my carriage to leave and return with Twilight Sparkle. She comes bounding into my room, scroll and quill at the ready.
“I dropped everything and came right away, Princess!”

“Good, Twilight. Now hop up onto the bed. Next to me.”

She blushes, hesitating for a moment. Twilight knows exactly what it means when I invite her into bed with me. I can almost hear the little dear’s privates moisten from here. She climbs up and settles next to me.

“S-So, what assignment do you have for me?”

With my magic I drift over to the bed a two-inch thick book, bound in leather. One from my special collection. It hits the mattress with a thump. Twilight inspects it.
“What’s this?”

“My bedtime story.” I sigh and wriggle under the covers, pulling the blankets up to my neck.
“You’re going to read it for me!”

Then, I give Twilight that look. She knows the one. As soon as I glare at her like that she melts into a puddle and hurriedly flips open the book.

“Sir Troddenhooves and the Tentacle Monster from the Everfree!?” Her eyes pop, “Wh-What kind of book is this, Princess?”

“My favorite one. Now, are you going to read it or not? I’m getting, yaawn, awfully sleepy over here…”

“Ah! Of c-course, princess!” While Twilight’s flipping to the right pace I lift her tail for a peek. Either she doesn’t notice, or she doesn’t care. Either way, my reliable little student is already nice and wet. Things always go the way I want them to!

“Ahem, so…” she starts to read, “The forest was coarse, but Sir Troddenhooves sullied forth! This seemed such a strange venue for the grand galloping Gala, but who was he to question an invitation from royalty? The darkness grew around him. Hoof before hoof, he tried to avoid the puddles of mud. Something was stirring in the bushe- AAAGH!”
The book slams shut and Twilight jolts up like a startled deer.

“Hm? Anything the matter, Twilight?”

“P-Princess… your hoof is on my…”

I push the edge of my golden shoe in a little deeper. It’s not at all hard with how lubricated she is.
“Better?”

“Meep!”

“Good. Then read on, and, oh, skip ahead about two paragraphs. I want to hear the juicy stuff.”

Steeling her focus as best she can with my wandering hoof kneading her nethers, Twilight clears her throat and continues.
“Suh-Sir Troddenhooves lashed in the grasp of the e-eldritch tentacles. One of the glowing red tendrils coiled around his member, slowly beginning its rhythmic pulse up and down. H-He was totally powerless. Even more so when a tentacle slithered around his face, smothering his mouth. He couldn’t say a word…”

Twilight’s such a sweetheart, but even she’s not immune to a good clopfic. She’s already leaking a puddle into my bedspread! I withdraw my hoof, laden in sparkly unicorn fluids, and give it a lick. Sweet. A little tart. Lavender-hinted. It’s Twilight’s musk alright!

Pulling her up the bed, I really put my hooves to work on her glistening naughty bits. I spread those lips, getting a good peek at the bright pink flesh within that sensitive fruit, then squeeze them back together to let it all ooze out. It isn’t long until Twilight’s clit bulges out to greet me. What kind of princess would I be if I didn’t greet it back?

“The, the fat, windy, throbbing tentacle stroked up and down Sir Troddenhooves back exit. His anus clenched in response. He’d never known such a lurid intrusion, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it… One inch pushed its way inside him. Then two. Then three. Growing wider and wider, still beating with- AAGH!”

One little tap of her bean is all it takes for Twilight to lose focus. Her marehood winks, almost breaking pressure. I flick it with my hoof and the poor filly’s back buckles.
“Oough…”

But when it comes to Twilight there’s something I adore even more than toying with her supple snatch. Her slick purple plum. Her pulsating purse.
There’s one part of Twilight that’s ten times as sensitive as her clitoris…

“Twilight, dear?”

She faces me. Her mane is ragged.
“Y-Yes?”

“Scoot a little closer, dear. Bring me your horn.”

The unicorn freezes. She knows exactly what’s coming next, and doesn’t hesitate to shuffle herself around. Now I have purchase on that delectable horn of hers!

“Ahem… The alien appendage thrust in and out of Sir Troddenhoof. His rectum had been scoured raw, but it still burned with pleasure every time he felt the tip of that tentacle tickle his lower intestine. Another limb wrapped his c-cock in throbbing wet flesh…”

I start with a lick from base to tip. Just a taste. You’d think horns wouldn’t taste like much, but… hmm. Twilight’s tastes a bit like grape to me! Just that tentative lick gets the young pony sweating, panting… unable to help myself, I wrap my lips around the tip and push it all into my mouth. She’s completely lost where she is in the story now but she sure tries to keep reading!
My tongue massages her horn while my lips suckle each ridge. Now I’m driving it in and out of my mouth. Lips smacking. Tongue dancing against the bony surface.
That’s all my student can handle.

“Aaah! A-Aah! Molly, I’m going to, to-!!”

Her orgasm is silent. A sudden tensing of every muscle in her body. A scrunch of her eyes and a shake of her hooves. She winds up nice and tight and pops off with only a gushing of liquid from behind her to tell me she’s finished.

“Oooh…”

And at feeling my pupil’s body reach its climax I crest my own wave. Twilight notices the sudden appearance of the wet spot around my crotch.

“Ahhh…” I take my mouth away from her horn, a strand of saliva still joining it to my lips, and leave Twilight to recover.
“Thanks, my faithful student. I do believe I’ll be able to sleep like a foal now!”

“I, uh… kinda made a mess on your bed.” She turns her rump to show me the splash zone.

“No worry. I love having your essence bleached into my bedsheets, Twilight!”

She can hardly take the compliment, turning into a stammering mess.
“I, I, I’ll… l-leave you now, princess…”