Falteringly bringing a forkful of pasta into her muzzle, Twilight bit down and forced a smile. “It’sh sho gooph!”
Tempest peaked a brow as she stared over at the Princess. “Twi, come on, you can be honest…”
Turning her eyes down to her plate, she scrunched her snout. In spite of following the directions to a letter, what was supposed to be a tray of baked lasagna had been partially cremated and rendered mostly inedible. As she sank her fork into the carbonized brick, a pained groan escaped her.
“Really, it’s - Cough,” Twilight wheezed, somehow managing to choke down the mouthful. “It’s n…not that bad.”
“You’re right,” Tempest mumbled, “it’s worse. I should have just gotten takeout…”
Reaching across the table, Twilight stroked her forearm. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not much of a cook myself. The last time I tried to make something fancy, I almost burnt the castle down.”
The admission, while amusing, did little to comfort Tempest. After their first date, having gone out to an opulent restaurant in Canterlot, it only felt right that she returned the favor for their second rendezvous. Considering she wasn’t at all versed with fine dining, and that she’d always heard that preparing a meal for one’s marefriend was universally well-received, she’d invited Twilight over for a home-cooked meal - a decision she regretted immeasurably.
“Gimme that,” she growled, snatching the plate away from Twilight before she could take a second bite. Getting to her feet, she gathered up the incinerated pasta, stormed over to the trash, and threw the ruined meal away - flatware and all. “I’m not gonna bullshit you, Twi, I was going to say I made the cheesecake that’s in the fridge, but I got it from a store down the street.”
“Tempest, really, it’s fine,” Twilight insisted. Getting up and crossing the room, she hugged the mare from behind. “You tried your best - plus the breadsticks and salad were pretty -”
“I bought those too,” Tempest grumbled.
Undeterred, Twilight tightened her grip. “Like I was saying, it’s the thought that counts.”
Tempest wanted to protest, to tell Twilight that it was anything but fine, yet the sensation of expansive, pillowy breasts pressed against her back derailed her thoughts. Shaking and clearing her head, she gingerly prized the Princess’ arms off herself and stepped away. While she could have - would have enjoyed the memory of their spontaneous tryst they’d had in an alleyway, her irritation outweighed her libido.
“You want to just go somewhere?” she flatly asked while fetching a bottle of cognac from her cupboard.
“Like last time?” Twilight countered.
Squinting over at her guest, Tempest fought to hold back a grin. “Oh I bet you’d love that - especially if it ended the same way.”
Twilight giggled and stepped around the kitchen’s island. “Not like I heard any complaints from you…”
“Not at all,” Tempest hummed, “although it did end a bit messily.”
As she eyed the Princess immaculately presented cleavage, a familiar tingle shot through her loins. She knew good and damn well that Twilight wasn’t ordinarily stacked, naturally sporting a pair of modestly-sized bosoms, although she wasn’t going to take offense at the added cleavage she’d been surreptitiously ogling throughout the evening. She turned slowly and pulled a cork from the bottle with her teeth, ensuring her growing excitement went unseen - at least for the time being.
“Speaking of which,” she continued, pouring a measure of amber liquid for herself, “sorry about your dress.”
Straightening but keeping her breasts squeezed between her biceps, Twilight smirked. “On the off chance that it comes up, just - uh - just tell Rarity that I slipped and tore it.”
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Want one?” Tempest smoothly inquired as she lifted and gently swayed her tumbler of cognac.
“How about we share?” Twilight mused. Without skipping a beat, she sauntered over, plucked the glass from Tempest’s hand, and helped herself to a sip. “I shouldn’t be surprised you’re into hard liquor.”
Tempest grinned. “Says the mare who knows a thing or two about stiff drinks.”
She snickered then burst into laughter, and Twilight quickly followed suit. Her attempt at making a meal may have been a wash, but things were going better than she could have hoped - so good that she was toying with the idea of breaking the plans she’d made. Taken aback by just how forward the Princess was being, on the cusp of cracking a small joke, she flinched and looked down when rubbed against her groin.
“I prefer it straight from the tap,” Twilight purred.
Tempest had expected Twilight to be somewhat forward, but this - this level of cockiness bordered on reckless. Shaking her head, she bucked her hips and ground her package into the mare’s hand. Since Twilight wasn’t feeling particularly coy, she saw no reason why she couldn’t reciprocate.
“Careful,” she murmured. “After last time, I’d hate to ruin another dress of yours.”
Without moving her hand, Twilight lifted her head and brought her muzzle to Tempest’s ear. “That a promise…?”
It took more self-control than Tempest cared to admit to restrain herself. She was a young, healthy dickmare in her prime, it had been ages since she’d had the slightest amount of amorous interest in anypony, and she’d been secretly keeping her fingers crossed that she’d get lucky before the night was through. Taking a breath and holding it for a moment, she pivoted on her heel and strutted away.
If Twilight was half as worked up as she assumed, and she couldn’t see how she wasn’t, perhaps it was time to move things along. Moving out of the kitchen and through the foyer, she glanced to the side and at a mirror situated in her entryway. She wasn’t one to toot her own horn, particularly over her looks, but there was something about the old outfit she’d donned that looked damn good on her.
Her top, one of her old training shirts she used to wear under her armor, fit her like a glove, and her shorts left just enough to the imagination to make one wonder what she had below the belt. Unless he moved a certain way or was sporting a stiffy, it would’ve been impossible for anypony to know she was packing heat - that being said, the bulge that gradually tented the fabric over her groin betrayed her arousal. Hastily adjusting herself, if only to delay the inevitable, she continued onward and into her den.
Both spartan and functional, her apartment was a reflection of herself. If it had been up to her, she would have only had the bare necessities - fortunately or unfortunately, as soon as Twilight and her friends had found out she was getting a place for herself, she’d been given some assistance with furnishing the place. A few paintings hung from the walls, her furniture was an eclectic mishmash of gifts, and she even had a few scented candles tactically placed in her flat.
“Any interesting been happening in Ponyville?” she inquired while turning and seating herself in her recliner.
Making herself comfortable, she appraised her guest for the umpteenth time that evening. Twilight’s attire was simple, a dark, knee-length garment that walked the line between tasteful and provocative; snug in all the right places, clinging to the mare’s expansive bust and backside, the cocktail dress displayed her curvaceous form exquisitely. Briefly musing on what sort of undergarment her date was wearing, if any at all, Tempest took another sip of her cognac.
Instead of moving to the sofa, something any reasonable mare would do, Twilight eased herself down on Tempest’s lap and reclined.. “Nothing too interesting, no friendship problems or - Eeep.”
Tempest liked to consider herself a calm and reasonable dickmare, somepony who could deal with practically any situation with a level-head, although even she had her limits. Between the veiled advances, the persistent view of Twilight’s cleavage, and reminders of the bawdy finale of their first date, a threshold had been reached. Though she’d tried her best to behave, to not succumb to her baser urges, the Princess had been laying it on thick since she’d opened the door of her apartment.
With a small grunt, she stood and lifted Twilight over her shoulder. “Alright, I think that’s enough of that…”
“W…what are you - Ack,” Twilight grunted as she was flung onto the couch. Hastily pushing herself up and into a seated position, she peered up at Tempest. “I thought you’d like me sitting on -”
Pressing a finger to Twilight’s lips, she silenced the mare. “Shush.”
Spinning and walking away, she moved to the center of her living room. She was far from an expert with romantic endeavors, having much more experience on battlefields or warfare, but that wasn’t to say her proficiency in combat couldn’t be applied. Twilight had gone for the throat, testing her patience and trying to get her worked up, and now she was going to get what she wanted.
She kept her back turned as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it upward. If Twilight thought she was the only pony in the room who knew a thing or two about seduction, she was wrong - dead wrong. Removing her top and sports bra, she tossed the garments aside and flexed her back.
Clutching her breasts, she peeked down at herself. While she didn’t have the biggest rack, a byproduct of genetics and her rigorous exercise routine, she was fairly proud of her look. Her tits weren’t the biggest, nor was her stallionhood something that would break any records, but her toned physique was an erotic mix of femininity and masculinity.
“Don’t move,” she hissed. Peeking over her shoulder with a single eye, she glared at Twilight. “You’re brave - foolish, but brave. You do remember how easily I was able to dispatch Celestia, Luna, and Cadance, do you not?”
Though her jaw hung open and a bead of drool crept down to her chin, Twilight slowly nodded. “Uh…uh-huh…”
“Then you should understand how precarious your situation is,” Tempest breathed. Wheeling around and presenting her bare chest, she ran a hand down her sculpted abs and to her groin. “I bet you’ve been dreaming about this since our last outing…”
Twilight gave a second, hasty nod and shifted in her seat. “I’d b…be lying if I said I didn’t…”
Stepping in, Tempest reached forward and drew a finger up Twilight’s chin. “Good, I’m glad you’re being honest. Now that the formalities are out of the way, and since you seem to be having problems controlling yourself, I wonder…”
“W…wonder what?” Twilight rasped, unable or unwilling to tear her attention off Tempest’s crotch.
“I wonder if I should test your mettle or simply carry you off to my room and breed you until you’re stumbling about like a newborn fawn,” Tempest concluded.
She wasn’t jesting - this was a test of sorts. With the way things were going, she had no doubt that they’d end up rutting like a pair of love-struck, horny teenagers before too long, although there wasn’t a thing wrong with delaying the inevitable. Tapping one foot and feigning deep thought, she waited until Twilight leaned forward and reached for her.
While a part of her was disappointed that the Princess’ discipline was lacking, another, far larger part of her was overjoyed that Twilight had failed her little trial. Lifting and kicking out with blinding speed, she gently but firmly drove the mare’s shoulder against the sofa with her foot. She almost felt bad for what she was about to do - almost, but that wasn’t going to stop her from doing it.
“Don’t move,” she repeated, only removing her foot when Twilight went completely motionless. Withdrawing and shuffling back, she nonchalantly began loosening her belt and unbuttoning her shorts. “That’s the problem with you Princesses, you all seem to think you can have your way…”
As she unzipped her fly and pulled at her waistband, Twilight ground her thighs together. “I…I d…didn’t -”
“Didn’t what?” Tempest teased while gradually pulling her shorts downward. “Didn’t think I’d put you in your place? Didn’t assume I’d see how thirsty and desperate you are?”
Unveiling inch after inch of her hardening shaft with glacial speed, she flashed a toothy grin. She may have forsaken the life of a ne’er-do-well, but there was something delicious about being naughty. She only slowed when the fabric of her briefs graced the tip of her length, drawing out the moment for a handful of seconds before she let the garments fall down her legs.
“I really, truly hope you’re ready for this, Twilight,” she whispered, placing her hands on her hips, “because you’ve practically been asking for it all afternoon.”
The thrill of shamelessly showing herself off was bolstered by Twilight’s reaction. She could see her guest’s nipples harden, and she’d bet her bottom bit that her guest’s panties were sopping wet, but she wasn’t done yet - not by a long shot. Fondling her left breast with one hand, she kicked her shorts and underwear to the side while lazily stroking herself off.
Twilight openly drooled, unaware or uncaring that a bead of saliva had crept past her lips, and she stared in open awe. Was she going to seize the initiative and act on her impulses? Could she bring herself to sit there and be a good guest? What was going through her head? A myriad of mysteries swirled in Tempest’s mind, each more provocative than the last, though she’d never been one to ponder endlessly on such things.
“Now then ~ what are we going to do,” she cooed as she stepped forward. Lightly running her cock-head over Twilight’s snout, she peered down at the petrified Princess. “Should I let you worship me? Maybe I should pin you down and swab your throat - you know, since you seem to like it rough.”
“Nnnnph,” Twilight groaned as she took a deep breath through her nose.
Excellent - though she’d showered that morning, she’d made a point to wash up before their little get-together. She’d read extensively on what mares found most enticing about dickmares, so she’d acted on her intuition for the occasion. Twisting her hips to one side, she gently smacked her cock against Twilight’s cheek.
As Twilight visibly shivered, her grin grew broader. “Or perhaps you’d prefer I put my clothes back on and -”
“N…no!” Twilight bleated, shaken from her stupor.
“And I thought I’d lost you there for a second,” Tempest chuckled. “Well then, seeing as how you’ve come back to your senses, what do you think we should do…?”
Twilight glanced between her face and her stallionhood while remaining silent. It was an adorable reaction, seeing one of the most powerful ponies on the planet beholden to her desires, and it tickled her predatory instincts. She may have been one of the good guys, having forsaken her life of villainy under the Storm King, but old habits died hard.
“I…I…” Twilight stammered.
Holding her breath, Tempest brought the tip of her length to the mare’s lips. “Let’s start with something simple - a kiss…”
No sooner had the word past her lips than Twilight obliged her request. Bending forward at the waist, Twilight closed her eyes and started hotly making out with her cock. The feeling was exquisite, as good - no, better than she remembered, and it caused her pulse to quicken. Gliding her fingers through the mare’s hair, she gave a deep, contented sigh.
It may have been her imagination, but Twilight’s oral skills seemed to have improved over the last few weeks. Though her hips twitched and threatened to buck, she held her ground and savored the blowjob. She’d waited a long time for this, and she wasn’t going to let her impulses get the better of her.
“Such a good mare,” she endearingly muttered. “I’ve got an entire week’s worth of cum saved up just for you.”
Twilight faltered and reared back to gaze up at her. “Really?”
Amused by the reaction, Tempest tittered. “Mm-hmm. You like the sound of that?”
“I - um…” Twilight trailed off as she averted her gaze.
Seeing the alicorn’s face go beet red, Tempest shied back. She wasn’t even trying hard, yet she’d gotten Twilight so flustered that she could barely speak! Waiting until the Princess looked up at her in confusion, she motioned with a hand.
“Stand up,” she quietly demanded.
Twilight complied without question, getting to her feet to stand before her. As she languidly circled her little plaything, her thoughts ran wild. There was so many things she could say, so much she could do - honestly, it was difficult settling on the best way for things to proceed. Coming back around to the mare’s front, she was stricken with divine inspiration.
“Let me just…” she growled as she grabbed Twilight’s collar.
She paused, stricken with indecision. On one hand, she could rend Twilight’s attire to rags in an instant - on the other, she could make the process slow and sultry. The decision was obvious, so she put herself to task. Moving one hand to the Princess’ right sleeve, she popped the seam and wriggled a finger into the small opening.
A look of realization flashed across Twilight’s eyes. She breathed hard, her chest rising and falling, and she stifled a gasp. While she may not have know exactly what was going to happen to her, she didn’t resist what was coming.
“I c…could -” She fell silent when Tempest glared at her.
“I didn’t ask you to talk,” Tempest coolly interjected. “Just tell Rarity that you suffered another small wardrobe malfunction ~ got it?”
“G…got it,” Twilight gulped.
It was a small pity that the dress was going to be ruined, although its sacrifice was a small price to pay. Twilight wasn’t exactly known for her grace, actually being quite clumsy at times, and nopony would question her too harshly if she damaged an outfit every so often. After removing one sleeve, she sideled over and started on the second.
“How’s Celestia been?” she demurely inquired.
“S…she’s - um - she’s been fine,” Twilight croaked.
Systematically deconstructing a dress and stripping Twilight was more fun than Tempest would have thought for a number of reasons. She felt like a filly on Hearth’s Warming morning, albeit with the temperance of adulthood. With both of the Princess’ arms bare up to the shoulder, she shifted her focus.
While she peered down at Twilight’s cleavage, her stallionhood jerked. Something about a big, juicy pair of tits was her kryptonite, making it difficult to concentrate or think clearly, and the heaving bosoms before her were just the sort of thing that tickled the primal parts of her brain. Delicately running her fingers down the mare’s collar, she tugged the fabric taut.
There was no seam over Twilight’s bust, but that wasn’t going to stop her. With the smallest exertion of effort, the cloth strained to its breaking point and parted. This - this was what she was talking about. After all the long, lonely nights of imagining another fling with the Princess, she was finally going to get her second chance.
Lower and lower she crept, pulling the dress open as she went. To her amazement, instead of finding a bra, she was greeted by the sight of Twilight’s tits steadily spilling from the destroyed attire. As the two giant breasts were freed, falling heavily onto her forearms, her heart skipped a beat. She finished the job with flourish, throwing her arms wide and exposing her lover’s entire front.
With the garment practically ripped in half, and Twilight standing speechless, she threw the tattered rags to either side of herself and burst into laughter. “Going commando? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you hoped this would happen…”
Twilight didn’t say a word, but her body’s betrayal spoke volumes. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and there was a moist sheen on her inner thighs and nethers that was from anything but sweat. With her horn glowing faintly, yet another sign of her arousal, she mutely watched Tempest with rapt anticipation.
Tempest took a single step back to inspect her suddenly nude guest. Twilight’s tits were just as fat and succulent as she remembered, being nearly the size of her head, and the rest of her was just as divine. With a slender waist, foal-bearing hips, and plump thighs, the mare was everything she would have asked for in a lover - however, she wasn’t about to admit that.
As her attention drifted down to Twilight’s rack, small arks of magic crackled around the fractured nub of her horn. Though she could and often would conceal her intentions, it would have been impossible for her to hide how aroused she was getting. Damned if she knew how Twilight had figured out her weakness, that she’d always had a fondness for particularly chesty mares, yet the Princess had either shown a startling amount of guile or just gotten lucky with her choice of augmentation.
Closing the gap between them, she nonchalantly groped Twilight’s chest. The Princess was one of the few ponies on the planet she respected, although that didn’t mean she couldn’t pretend to be a callus, uncaring lover. Treating the alicorn like a piece of meat, Tempest appraised her worth by serenely rubbing her chest and belly.
Taking a broad stance, she nodded down at her rigid stallionhood. “Get to work…”
Her tone was cold, a stark contrast to the hot blood flowing through her veins, and she kept her fingers crossed that she wasn’t toeing a line. There were mares in the world who enjoyed being submissive, preferring a docile role when it came to carnal affairs - if she was right, and she dearly hoped she was, Twilight was one of them.
Tempest thought Twilight had been enthused to try her dinner, but the eagerness with which she threw herself to the floor, kneeling down and scampering over like a randy puppy, was amusing to say the least. Standing tall and keeping her hands to her sides, she allowed the Princess to serve her. The sensation of pillowy lips and supple breasts around her dick send an exhilarated tingle up her spine.
This was wrong, their roles should have been reversed, but it felt so right. She was a dickmare, a rarity in Equestria, and it was her rightful place to be served - at least, that’s how most ponies would look at her. Though she and Twilight had grown extremely close as of late, the dynamic of their budding relationship was all but cemented already.
Twilight put herself to work with gusto, tit-fucking and nursing Tempest like a depraved whore. The sight of her acting so slutty would have been the definition of absurdity, had it not been so stirring. Buckling under the weight of her desires, Tempest brought a hand to the back of her head to help.
There were times for talk and times for action - this was one of the latter. Neither said a word, save for their hushed groans and heavy breaths as they succumbed to their primal urges. Regardless of the less-than-stellar meal or how either of them had thought things were going to play out, it was painfully clear that they’d been waiting for the heated exchange.
She hadn’t intended for things to take off as quickly as they had, although neither she nor Twilight made any attempts to hold themselves back. Soft sounds of hushed groans and soft growls cut through the air while they gave themselves to one another. While it would only be a matter of time until one of them broke, yearning for something more than oral, it was anypony’s guess as to who would outlast who.
Tempest set her jaw as she gazed down and past her bosoms. The sight of Twilight vehemently sucking her off was the perfect complement to the waves of pleasure coursing through her. She may not have been getting deep-throated, yet the spectacle of her stallionhood gliding between the Princess’ cleavage and into her maw pushed her to the brink.
There weren’t many if any mares who could stoke the fires of her lust, but Twilight had managed to do it in spades. The Princess looked incredible, the tit-fuck and blowjob combo felt fantastic, and the sounds she was making - stars above, those were the icing on the cake - or so she thought. Looking lower, she realized that she wasn’t the only one enjoying herself.
At some point or another, Twilight had started rubbing herself. Tempest couldn’t see it perfectly, with the view obscured by the ample bosoms gliding up and down her length, although there was no other explanation why the mare’s hand was between her legs. With her endurance waning, she smirked.
Between refraining from jacking off, the sudden amorous turn, and the blissful sensations accosting her, she never stood a chance. Her balls drew taut, her shaft throbbed in tune with her heart, and she started to flare. There was no right or wrong way for her to finish, although it only seemed fitting to give her slutty little Princess a reward for her efforts.
Inching back just enough to pull her cock from Twilight’s muzzle, she snarled and came. Rope of thick, hot seed shot from her cock, painting the mare’s face, mane, and tits in nearly equal measure. She wasn’t particularly bothered that she’d only managed to last for a few minutes, because the night was young and she was far from finished and due to the sublime contrast of creamy white jizz contrasted against the mulberry of Twilight’s coat.
Wiping a strand of jizz from her face, Twilight smiled then licked her finger clean. “You really were pent up!”
“Were?” Tempest parroted. Giving Twilight no time to reply, she leaned forward, scooped the Princess up and tossed her over her shoulder. “Twi, that was just round one. If you thought we were finished after that, you’ve got another thing coming.”
She rose to her full height and turned to the hallway leading to her room. Now that the subtleties were over, it was time to get down to business. Giving Twilight’s bare ass a smack to show she meant business, she strode out of the living room.
Twilight gave a small yelp and wriggled against her. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Tempest repositioned Twilight in a flash. One moment, she’d been carrying the mare like a sack of potatoes - the next, she’d spun her lover around to face her. Face to face with the Princess, she flexed her groin and tapped her stallionhood against the cleft of Twilight’s ass.
“I’m pretty sure I have some idea,” Tempest replied under her breath.
Leaning in, she drove her tongue into Twilight’s muzzle. The deep, passionate kiss was a fine way to draw things out - if only by a minute or so. With her arms around the mare’s back, she glided one hand downward.
With their tits smashed together, the pair hotly made out and moaned into one another’s snouts. It was a tender moment, although it was transient at best. There was a fine line between passion and outright lust, and they’d been walking its razored edge. Keeping her legs wrapped tightly around Tempest’s midsection, Twilight pawed at the imposing dickmare’s back.
Squeezing Twilight’s ass, Tempest found herself at a crossroads - several in fact. She could have sucked on the Princess’ tits, continued their kiss, or even started plowing her lover right then and there, although none of those set quite right with her. When they crossed the line and fully gave themselves to each other, the only appropriate place to do it would be on her bed.
She’d been right about one thing, Twilight definitely ready for action. Simply hearing the giddiness in her lover’s voice was enough to breathe life into her semi-rigid stallionhood. It was a bit of a shame that her first and possibly most virile load of the day had been spent in such an unseemly way, but she was going to make good and damn sure that the second was deposited somewhere more fitting.
All but kicking her door open, she marched to and heaved Twilight onto her bed. “You’ve got about ten seconds to pick a comfortable position…”
Landing with a resounding Pomf, Twilight peered down at her in wonder. “I…wha?!?”
“Too slow,” Tempest growled, grabbing the alicorn’s ankles and pulling her tush to the foot of the mattress.
Twilight had to have known how things were going to shape up, but Tempest had a few tricks up her sleeve. For the last two weeks, ever since their initial date, she’d devoted herself to preparing for this very moment. As she peered down at the succulent, winking marehood before her, her mouth began to water.
Falling to her knees, she dove face first into Twilight’s crotch. The bouquet of arousal was ambrosial and caused her to go rock hard in the blink of an eye. Given that she hadn’t eaten much of the disaster that had been her dinner, having a bit of dessert at her guest’s expense seemed fair.
“Sweet Celestia,” Twilight gasped as Tempest’s tongue glided between her lower lips and to her clit. Locking her legs around the dickmare’s head, she arched her back and writhed atop the mattress. “R…right there.”
Though Tempest was at a bit of a disadvantage, having no foresight on what it was like having a marehood, she’d studied the topic extensively. Even if things didn’t work out between her and Twilight, having the skill to pleasure a lover was a worthy investment of time. Shifting her head, she gingerly suckled on the sensitive bud of flesh.
Not content to get feasted upon, Twilight grabbed her chest and twisted her nipples. The view from Tempest’s position was extraordinary and made all the sweeter by the tangy pussy juices coating her palate. Another dickmare may have only thought of herself, but she was better than that - besides, proving herself as a capable lover was enjoyable in and of itself.
She considered herself fortunate for apparently being pretty good at munching carpet, given the delighted squeals and whimpering from Twilight, although she’d failed to account for her how stimulating it was to eat somepony out. The velvety depths against her tongue, the heady scent of sex, and the sight of Twilight playing with her tits were maddeningly hot - so hot that her sex drive slipped into high gear. Using one hand to idly jack herself off, she snaked the other under her lover’s tush to give it a squeeze.
The longer she went, the more turned on she became - the more turned on she became, the harder it was to hold herself back. Fleeting visions of knocking Twilight up, pinning the mare down and pumping a foal into her, assailed her. Lost to her thoughts, genuinely unsure of how long she should persist, she was nearly drowned by a deluge of nectar and deafened by a wail.
She hadn’t had the slightest idea that Twilight had been as close to cumming as she had been, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Gulping down a mouthful of sweet, tart essence, she shot to her feet. There was only so much anypony, irrespective of their experience, could withstand - for her, being bathed in orgasmic juices was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Leaning forward, she splayed and drove Twilight’s legs to either side of her head. “Scream for me…”
“W…why wou - Aaaaaaaaaagn!” Twilight brayed out as Tempest hilted her in one smooth, merciless plunge.
Twilight’s silken interior spasmed around Tempest’s stallionhood, though she wouldn’t - couldn’t stop to savor it. After all the shit she’d put up with, being teased and eyed like she was a slab of meat, she’d had all she could bear. Bracing her legs, she rolled her hips back, withdrew a fraction of her length, and started fucking.
She’d hoped to take things slowly, to make sweet, passionate love, but fate had other plans. Twilight wanted it rough, and she wasn’t going to disappoint - it was as simple as that. Pounding away like a beast possessed, she shifted her head and bit down on the Princess’ nipple.
Quaking from head to toe, with sparks sailing from her horn, Twilight climaxed like she was trying to set a world record. The mare’s release and the deluge of juices gushing from her battered cunt didn’t slow Tempest - on the contrary, they only fanned the flames of her lust. Releasing the Princess’ legs and allowing them to rest on her shoulders, she reared back and freed her hands.
“Good mare,” she hissed as she tugged on Twilight’s nipples.
Her physical rapture was overshadowed by the gratification of bringing Twilight to the gates of nirvana. Anypony could fuck a mare for their own sake, but she held herself to a higher standard. While sex was far from everything in a relationship, she was going to prove she was the capable, strong, affectionate dickmare the Princess deserved.
Twilight couldn’t do much, effectively being pinned to the bed, although she quickly got her second wind and fought back with all the carnal might she could muster. Getting Tempest’s timing down, she rhythmically clenched and relaxed her battered marehood. As she milked the dickmare’s pistoning length, she gnawed her bottom lip to quiet herself.
If Tempest had to name one regret, it was that she hadn’t followed through with a plan from earlier. She’d considered setting up a camera in her room to capture any amorous goings-on, although she hadn’t followed through with it for a number of reasons. For starters, there’d been no guarantee that anything lewd would actually transpire - secondly and more prudently, the last thing she wanted to do was surprise Twilight by recording them.
While it was a bit sad that she wouldn’t have a home movie to memorialize the occasion, it was easy enough for her to envision the scene. Laying atop Twilight, she held the Princess, somepony who outranked her by an order of magnitude, in a mating press. The normal silence of her room was shattered by the squeaking mattress, her grunts, and Twilight’s moans - in short, the two made a sinful symphony.
The contrast between the two was night and day. While she was tall, well-built, and asserted herself like the villain she’d once been, Twilight was the polar opposite. Curvaceous and exceptionally depraved, the alicorn was a mockery of what a Princess should be. From an outsider’s perspective, it could be easy to mistake the spectacle as two enemies in the throes of passion, although that was only partially correct.
While neither brought it up, lost in the moment, it was clear that both Tempest and Twilight strove to please one another. With sweat glistening on their bodies, they gradually flew into a frenzy. Their eyes met, be it by fate or dumb luck, and they locked lips as they raced to the finish line.
There were a small number of things in Tempest’s life that made her happy, but nothing - nothing could even come close to moments like this. Kissing and bedding her lover, their bodies entwined and steaming in the cool air - it was her definition of joy. She could have blown off steam with any random mare who was interested in her, although sharing intimacy with Twilight was far, far better than that.
Minutes passed by in a blur as the flow of time seemed to distort. She couldn’t speak for Twilight, but it felt as though they’d been going at it for hours on end. Sensing herself growing closer to release, she pulled out all the stops and unleashed her full potential.
Twilight had cum more times than she dared to count, having endured at least a half-dozen or so, and each climax had been as phenomenal as the last. She’d mewl and shake like a leaf in the wind as her spasming depths unleashed torrents of orgasmic nectar. Her ecstasy was ambrosial, electrifying in every way imaginable, and it was her lover’s undoing.
With her stallionhood flaring and throbbing wildly, teetering on the brink for what felt like an eternity, Tempest hilted and unleashed a tide of rich, thick foal-batter. To say her climax felt good would be an understatement, so great was the pleasure which consumed her. Her hips twitched and her heart thundered in her bosom as she rode out her rapture.
The room went still and silent while the pair basked in the throes of their passion. Tempest’s second load hadn’t been nearly as messy as the first, although its effects were just as awe-inspiring. The Princess’ lower abdomen distended and went taut while her womb was stuffed to the brim with virile essence.
Twilight absentmindedly rubbed her belly and groaned with each heaving breath. With one massive load of jizz in her belly, and a second in her womb, she could be mistaken for a mare in the early stages of pregnancy. As she stared blankly up at the ceiling, her lover fought to catch her breath.
“B…buck,” Tempest huffed.
“Guh…wha…” Twilight weakly countered, apparently unable to form a coherent sentence.
Their eyes met, they smiled, and they chuckled quietly. What they’d done was nothing short of silly, and they both understood the gravitas of what they’d done. Having a single fling with somepony was one thing, yet to do so twice, and after a second date, heralded the beginnings of a genuine relationship. Maybe they’d remain friends with benefits, or perhaps this was the start of something more - in either case, they were both happy.
Plastering herself against Twilight, Tempest hummed contentedly. “Round two?”
Twilight managed to wriggle her legs free and slip them around Tempest’s waist. “Yeah, round two…”
