Practicing the Art of Sodomistic Worship at the Altar Betwixt Purple Plot Cheeks
Twilight looked up from where she lay on her side on the narrow library bed. It had been here when the she got the position, and she’d never bothered to replace it with a bigger one. The additional floor space was beneficial to pacing, something both bed occupants did, and the cramped conditions on the bed didn’t bother either of them, so the matter was settled. As the small bathroom door closed again, she smiled warmly at the pony just exiting it. “Ready for bed?”
The stallion took a moment to admire his marefriend, from her warm, loving, and easily excitable eyes to her straight cut bangs that parted perfectly around her long, spiraled horn. From there they traveled down the curve of her neck from her gently smiling lips to the lithe flatness of her flank and over the small swell of her perfectly padded rump, lingering on the six-pointed star emblazoned upon it. She complained occasionally that her rump wasn’t bigger, but he insisted time and time again that her plot had perfect padding, and that if it was any bigger, she wouldn’t fit as the little spoon so perfectly anymore. He laid enough worship at the altar between her cheeks to silence further complaints, her proudly protruding ponut so well-traveled by every means at his disposal that his feelings on the subject could not be misconstrued.
And there it was, her relaxed posture allowing her tail to lay to the side, exposing her entrancing entrance for the world to bear witness, though her exit’s only audience tonight was its most devoted disciple. Admiring his fixation anew, he took the time to appreciate the whole of the hole, from the dimple of the entrance to the puffy surface of the stretchy purple ring, visually tracing each wrinkle that connected the two with practiced perception. With a clench of the protruding muscle, the soft wrinkles gained definition, the entire organ shrinking as it contracted under his gaze, setting his heart aflutter as it did every time he bore witness to this event.
At seeing the telltale dilation of her lover’s pupils, Twilight couldn’t help her smile’s transformation into one far less innocent, her expression eliminating any possible misinterpretation of her proceeding inquiry. “Want to have one more round before bed?”
This would make the fifth session that day, the first occurring mere moments after the alarm in the morning, intentionally set to allow enough time for such a thing, the second after breakfast as a result of temptation during meal prep, the third during their coinciding lunch break and the fourth as a pre-dinner appetizer.
“Of course.”
The question and answer were borne more of habit than necessity, the stallion having never turned Twilight down throughout the duration of their relationship. From the moment when one virgin had timidly stated their particular interest to the other, every invitation had been met with acceptance. At first, they had blundered and blamed, hesitancy and uncertainty built upon the rocky foundation of just three previous dates threatening to ruin the experience for both of them, but a morning after resolution to try again and establish both proper communication and trust had started them down the road they now traveled, the pair synchronized in both desire and action.
Like a well-oiled machine, Twilight rolled onto her stomach and lifted her tail just as the stallion’s muzzle nestled between her cheeks to plant a chaste kiss to her eagerly awaiting pucker. Planting a longer kiss, he smiled against her sphincter as it twitched and clenched, pulsing against his lips to the accelerating beat of her heart, the heat from deep within her radiating through the soft skin of her ponut to warm his very soul. Doing no more to stimulate her entrance than leave his lips pressed against it as his heavy breath washed against the short hairs of her dock, he waited until the edge of her patience, driving her anticipation to heighten her sensitivity to what her mind and body knew what was coming next.
Just as expectation peaked, threatening to give way to impatience, he opened his mouth wide, wrapping his lips around Twilight’s entire ponut. Applying a gentle suction, he took a moment to wait for her capillaries to engorge with blood, heightening sensitivity further before moving to the next step of the intricate dance refined through careful study and devotion. Softly, so delicately that she would never feel it if her entire focus wasn’t fixated on the nerves contained in her anus, he traced his tongue around her quivering ring. With each gentle touch, his tongue lavishing tender attention on every minute feature of her imperfectly perfect pucker, her entire rear began to tingle, her brain’s amplification of every sensation overemphasizing the random nerve misfires that the brain normally ignores into a sense of static that threatened to overwhelm her.
Once again carefully bringing her to the brink of overstimulation through understimulation, he carefully planned his moment to strike. As he slid his tongue through her taut pucker and into the cavity beyond, Twilight’s breath hitched, her entire body tensing for just a moment before the built-up tension was released in a long, loud moan. Feeling her turn to putty in front of him, the stallion took this moment to bring his forehooves forward, kneading and massaging her supple rump, paying special attention to trace the stars of her cutie mark from memory, his eyes closed in fervent focus.
The muscles of her tailhole were the last to relax, the miniature pseudo-orgasm dissipating as Twilight’s brain caught up with events. The fires had been thoroughly lit though, a warmth radiating from her rear to her very core as her body built up to something big. Given the opportunity to move his tongue once more, the stallion worked to stoke the flame. Starting at the entrance, he moved the tip of his tongue in circles, stimulating just behind the ring of powerful muscles as he licked her ponut from the other side. As her sphincter loosened, he pressed deeper, tracing along her rectal walls as he zeroed in on her most sensitive spots with pinpoint precision, paying each its own due attention before moving on to the next. Extending his dexterous tongue as far as he could, he slathered the full length of her rectum in saliva, his tongue-tip just tickling the entrance to her colon.
Retracing his steps, Twilight hummed in contented pleasure as the stallion worked over her rectal cavity from front to back to front again, focusing first on her pleasure points and then the areas in-between, the stimulation buoying her up in waves as he meticulously worked over every part of her insides he could reach. After a few more rounds, he deemed her sufficiently ready, and, unwilling to part with his favorite pastime just yet, he did another sweep of her less sensitive zones one last time so as to not build her up too far before retracting his tongue.
Focusing through the pleasure, Twilight lit her horn, wrapping her aura around the stallion’s turgid length to apply a lubricating spell just as he pulled his tongue from her depths, stepping forward into position just above her. Craning her head back, the two shared a passionate kiss as he aligned the flat tip of his cock with her well-prepared plot. A gentle thrust drew a moan from them both, the sound muffled as it reverberated between their locked lips.
Holding back for a moment, the stallion waited for Twilight’s tailhole to readjust to the familiar sensation, the twitching muscle locked just behind the head of his member as it relaxed once more. A steady thrust brought his length to the back of her rectum, the medial ring bumping into her protruding ponut as his glans probed the entrance to her colon. Pulling back until he threatened to pop out of her entirely, he thrust into her shallowly again and again, picking up a rhythm as they continued to deepen the kiss.
Releasing each other’s lips with a gasp, the stallion bent to rub his cheek against Twilight’s, the affectionate nuzzle allowing them to voice a throaty moan as he thrust his hips forward, plunging deeper into her ass. With a pop, his medial ring pushed against her ponut, pressing the protruding muscle into her rear until it was flush with the crack between her cheeks before it loosened enough to snap over the widened bump. As his medial ring worked to stretch her pucker, his tip worked to straighten her sigmoid bend, the head of his cock advancing into the smooth walled tunnel of her colon until his hips impacted her rump.
Holding there for a moment to let them both avoid a premature orgasm, the stallion slowly resumed thrusting, keeping his shaft buried deep within Twilight’s tight confines with short, powerful thrusts. The staccato slaps of flesh on flesh accompanied the duet of grunts and moans released with every motion, her enjoyment of the deep stretching and rhythmic stimulation of his medial ring in her rectum voiced at equal volume to his enjoyment of her internal heat and the incredible friction of their coupling.
Wrapped around her body as he was, he paid close attention to the quivers of her muscles both inside and out, the muscles along her back trembling in time with his thrusts. He could feel her heartbeat quickening through the minute clenching of her tunnel and her breath growing shallower against his cheek. Moderating his pace, he worked to ensure that they both approached their individual peaks together, altering the speed and depth of his slow but powerful thrusts to match their rising pleasure.
As their combined pleasure grew, the stallion switched tactics, delivering one final short thrust before pulling almost all the way out, his growing flare tugging on the back of her ponut. Taking a moment to readjust his stance, he drove back inside to the hilt with a grunt, the popping of her pucker over his medial ring only shortly preceding the plap of his hips against her plot. Pulling out just as quickly, he began pumping his hips as rapidly as he could, the jiggles of her butt propagating in waves as he pounded into her.
This new pace didn’t last long, the duo having already been near climax before the stallion had begun his frantic pace. Slowing down as they both reached the edge to draw it out as long as possible, he slammed into Twilight’s ass one final time, her cry of orgasmic bliss accompanying a rhythmic clenching of her muscled tunnel from her anus inward. This milking motion, massaging his length from sheath to swollen flare triggered his own orgasm, his balls clenching tight to his crotch as they unloaded their potent seed into her depths. The feeling of his thick, hot cum painting her walls, flowing deeper into her bowels as the tight seal of his flare against her colon walls prevented any from leaking back perpetuated her own pleasure, extending her orgasm.
The stallion’s eyes were closed tight, his teeth clenched as his body worked to pump the last of his load inside, and Twilight’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, her tongue lolling out of her open mouth as she received it. It was wishful thinking, but she wanted to believe that she could feel her stomach rounding from the quantity of cum pumped into her butt, and he shared the vision of her abdomen bloating from the volume of semen flowing from his wide urethra. While nothing of the sort happened on this occasion, previous experimentation with virility enhancement spells had produced the desired effect, though the resulting abdominal cramps relegated the spell to the naughty shelf until she found an accompanying spell to increase her guts’ elastic capacity.
Panting heavily as they both wound down from their shared climax, the pair engaged in a final round of post orgasmic moans as they separated, the suction from the stallion’s deflating flare popping from Twilight’s used and twitching hole pulled a glistening bead of cum to the surface of her lightly gaping ring, where it teetered on the edge of her ponut before a tightening of the muscle pushed it out to dribble down the crack between her quivering cheeks.
Scooping it up with her magic, Twilight deposited it back inside her well-fucked butthole before levitating a shiny silver plug from the nightstand and positioning it at the entrance to her rear. The stallion cleaned off his own length as the large plug stretched her ponut one final time before settling into place. Once the plug was seated and his length clean and dry, the pair shared a final, passionate round of kissing, expressing their mutual enjoyment more completely than words could ever convey. Pulling apart, they took a moment to gaze into each other’s eyes, both of their hearts aflutter with a combination of afterglow and overflowing emotion.
“I love you.”
Giggling in the echoes of their simultaneous declaration, they shuffled positions until they were cuddled back to stomach, Twilight’s head nestled just beneath the stallion’s chin. Tucking the blanket in around themselves, the pair relaxed into the other, their shared body heat forming a cozy cocoon under the covers as they both thought about how lucky they were. Their breathing and heartbeats in sync, they drifted off to peaceful slumber, each dreaming of the other as the moon rose to illuminate their soft smiles.
Author's Note
No thesauruses were harmed in the making of this fic.
