Father of Monsters

by itscrunchcat

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Grogar, Romance, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Profanity, Non-consensual
Length: 1480

Grogar and Twilight have a little fun in the bedroom.

Twilight gives her husband, Grogar, a proposition for play in the bedroom in which Grogar is all too happy to agree with.

Non-consensual tag is there to be safe. It's technically consensual non-consent, although its only very loosely held up as the story goes on.

Published 2023-04-09 02:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-04-09 02:00:00 UTC

"Little Pony"

Author's Note

First time finishing a piece of writing in.. *checks calendar* about two or three years now? Somethin' like that. Also first time writing porn so if this is bad then you can blame that.

Technically part of a nextgen me and a friend have, but you don't need to know anything about it to read this.

"Little Pony"

Twilight lay in bed, blanket tucked around her and her head snugly in her pillows. Her mind was fuzzy with that feeling right before you fall asleep, the world fading away around her.

The sound of the door to her bedroom being opened shocked her awake, her head bolting up as she stared. A large figure casting an even larger shadow stood in the middle of her doorway causing Twilight to bolt to a standing position, pushing herself off her bed and her horn lighting with magic,

“Who are you? And why are you in my house?” She demanded, letting a few sparks come from her horn.

A deep laugh came from the shadowed figure as it took a step towards her, “Oh my foolish pony, don’t you recognize me?” He growled out, the shadows dripping off of him as his form became clear to her.

Grogar, the Father of all monsters. Twilight’s magic sputtered out as she took a step back, fear overtaking her face as she lowered her head. Why was he here? What did Grogar want with a simple unicorn like her?

Grogar took a step towards her, pausing for a second as his eyes drifted to where her wings were pushing against the cloth that tied them to her sides. He glanced back at her, a small questioning look in his eyes taking over his intimidating demeanor.

Twilight lowered her head more, Grogar taking the answer and stepping forward, his eyes narrowing as he approached her, “It is good to see you recognize your place when in my presence,”

Twilight stammered, “i- I simply- I don’t-”

“Silence!” Grogar spoke, interrupting her as he finally stepped in front of her, his size compared to her apparent this close.

“On the bed,” Grogar said.

“What?”

“Now.”

Hesitating, Twilight turned to the bed. She glanced back at Grogar in nervousness but let out a yelp of surprise as he shoved her onto the bed with his head. She tumbled, landing spread out sideways on the bed. Before she had time to recover and sit up, Grogar was on top of her, pressing his head into the back of her neck.

He took a deep breath before replacing his head with a hoof to keep her where she was. He trailed down her back, giving her small nips. He passed over the area where her wings connected to her body which made Twilight whine ever so slightly before she caught herself.

Grogar smirked, knowing how sensitive that spot was as he moved on. He paused at her flanks, taking a few extra seconds to nip down the sides and onto her cutie mark, giving an especially rough bite that drew a few drops of blood and a squeak from the ‘unicorn’ underneath him.

Eventually he came to the main event, his smirk growing as he noticed how wet she already was, her fluids dripping down and soaking the blanket underneath. He breathed in and out, watching as Twilight’s body shuddered.

He gave her a test lick, his ears flicking forward at the breathy moan that came from above him.

“Are you enjoying this, little pony?” He purred, not taking his eyes off of his prize.

That seemed to spark Twilight back into the moment, “Nng- G-Grogar,” She huffed before regaining control, “Wh-Why are you doing this? W-What did I-” She was cut off by another moan as Grogar licked another line against her lips.

“So small compared to me,” Grogar spoke, letting his breath send more shivers down Twilight’s spine. “Is that not enough to want? The feeling of a smaller, weaker being underneath my hooves? Someone to serve my every whim? Is that what you want, little pony?”

Twilight choked, giving a half-hearted attempt at thrashing and knocking his hoof off of her neck. She didn’t even try, barely giving enough force to nudge the hoof against her neck even a small bit.

“O-Of course not! I’m an honorable u-” She was cut off yet again by Grogar licking a stripe against her lips, this time starting at her clit and ending at the base of her tail.

“What was that?” He asked, feigning innocence.

“I said-!” She was cut off yet again, this time by Grogar moving his face forward and letting his tongue push into her folds. He let his tongue explore inside of her, slowly moving it in and out as he did so. Twilight was letting out small breaths and moans, doing her best to fight them off and stay in character like they’d planned.

Grogar kept this up, moving his tongue in and out then licking up and down her lips, alternating between the two until he was satisfied, pulling away just as her tensing was beginning to reach what Grogar knew was her breaking point.

Twilight let out a disgruntled sound, trying to turn her head to complain. This complaint was quickly cut off as Grogar took the hoof on her neck off and repositioned himself until his, now hard, dick was at her entrance, the tip of it touching.

Twilight froze, glancing back at Grogar. She played the fear card well, but she could never truly hide her excitement. It made Grogar grin, knowing that he did this to her, that he alone could bring the Princess of Friendship to this point.

He leaned his head down until he could whisper in her ear, “Well, little pony? Do you think you can handle Grogar, the Father of all monsters?” He asks, a low, deep growl. Twilight opens her mouth to answer, but Grogar doesn’t give her the chance to. He shoves his hips forward once, twice, thrice, and he’s hilted into her, his hips pressing up against hers.

With Twilight's mouth open, her face tenses and a loud, filthy moan comes from it. Grogar feels his dick twitch from the sight of it alone, and hearing it is like music to his ears. A low, possessive growl rumbles in his chest and he begins to move his hips. Slow at first as he tests how much give he has before speeding up.

Grogar isn’t fast by any means, but he has force behind his thrusts, each one moving Twilight further and further onto the bed before Grogar places a hoof between Twilight’s neck and shoulder to keep her from moving.

Grogar watches as Twilight’s face contorts in pleasure and a slight bit of pain from the sudden intrusion, just like he knows she enjoys. She’s tight around his dick and he lets out breathy moans and huffs, never relenting in his movement.

With how wound up he’d gotten her before this, he isn’t surprised to see her tense up. He feels her walls shudder around him and he can’t help the throaty moan pulled from him. A few whimpers come from Twilight and he knows he should hurry things up a little bit. Overstimulation wasn’t something they talked about beforehand.

Grogar speeds up now, forgoing strength for speed as he rushes to his own climax, the pleasure building and building until-!

Grogar doesn’t hold back the moan that comes out of him when he releases, cum shooting out and into Twilight. Grogar pants and looks down at where they connect, watching as some fluid leaks out of her. With a groan, Grogar pulls out and plops down next to where Twilight is lying, a blissed out and relaxed expression on her face.

Grogar lifts a hoof to lightly touch her chin, and Grogar falls in love with her all over again as her eyes lazily open to look at him.

“Did I do good?” He asks.

Twilight lets out a small laugh, leaning in to give him a small kiss.

“You did better then me, that’s for sure,” She says, her horn lighting up with magic to undo the cloth wrapped around her wings. She stretches them out a bit, letting blood flow return to them before she shifts around, resting her head on the pillows at the head of the bed. She holds her hooves out, which Grogar snorts at. Nonetheless though, he shifts as well until he’s laying parallel to her.

He opens up his own hooves and Twilight readily moves forward, cuddling into Grogar’s chest. Grogar lets out a content hum, resting his muzzle on the front of Twilight’s head, his nose touching her horn.

The exhaustion of their activities eventually catches up to them, both too lazy to pull the blanket up and over them.