Penthouse Playtime

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Tempest Shadow, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Profanity, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro, Romance, Porn, Fetish
Length: 6133

With their duties behind them, Twilight and Tempest retire to their hotel room for a bit of relaxation...

Tempest didn't mind traveling to Manehattan, nor was she bothered by tagging along with Twilight all day, although being out and about for hours on end took a toll on her - not because it was tiring, but because being so close to her marefriend made it extremely difficult to concentrate. As her day finally comes to an end, and with the promise of being able to have some private time, her libido eventually gets the best of her...

Kinks Include: Female on Futa, Futa on Female, Stripping, Teasing, Oral, Mild Transformation, Breast Expansion, Lactation, Added Curves, Vaginal, Loud Sex, Various Positions, Power Play, Cumflation (Cum Inflation), Exquisitely Prolific Amounts of Foal-Batter, and Passionate Pounding

Artwork by Ululu (Twitter @Ululu_ST)

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Published 2024-07-31 20:40:07 UTC
Last updated 2024-07-31 20:40:07 UTC

Winding Down to Winding Up

The moment the elevator’s doors slid closed and gave Twilight and Tempest some privacy, the pair were on one another. Hands wandered, lustful sighs and excited giggles filled the air, and their bodies pressed together as the lift gradually ascended up to the penthouse floor. It wasn’t like their day had been particularly taxing, merely consisting of the ribbon cutting event which had brought them to Manehattan, although being in one another’s company for hours and hours on end, all while pretending they were nothing more than companions, had taken a heavy toll on the both of them.

“I love this dress,” Tempest breathed while kissing her way down Twilight’s collar, “but it’ll look better when it’s off of you.”

Not to be outdone, Twilight lowered one hand and took a steely grip on Tempest’s toned backside. “That’s if - Nnnnf - you don’t tear it off.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Tempest growled.

Even with Twilight’s marginally altered state, she was beyond thrilled with her marefriend’s body. One of the first things they’d done upon arriving in Manehattan, after thoroughly cleaning the private train car they’d rode from Ponyville, was to prepare for the inauguration. The good news had been that there were an abundance of shops that sold clothing items to suit all tastes - the bad news was that, to their combined chagrin, it would have raised more than just eyebrows to have an exceedingly stacked Princess of Friendship as the guest of honor at the opening of a new hospital. Her lover’s reduced bust size didn’t bother her for two reasons: Twilight was still hotter than Tartarus, and she could always give herself a bigger rack.

Reining herself in, Tempest stepped back and loosened her tie while drinking in her lover. Twilight would have looked good in anything, but the dress she wore somehow made her look distinguished and sexy as all get-out. As she removed her tie and hung it over her shoulder, her eyes drifted down to Twilight’s cleavage.

The gown didn’t leave much to the imagination. With an open top that covered Twilight’s bust, the refined attire allowed any and all a picturesque view of the top of her breasts, upper back, and arms - sure, it wasn’t as provocative as it would have been had she retained her expanded rack, but it was still very, very nice. Knowing she wouldn’t have to wrestle with or destroy a bra, if and when things heated up, Tempest sensed her stallionhood stir.

Twilight snickered and squeezed her bosoms between her forearms. “You want me to…?”

“No,” Tempest muttered, “not yet. Save it for when we get to the room.”

The room was in actuality the entire top floor of the hotel they were staying in. While she’d never been one to appreciate the finer things in life, she wouldn’t deny that dating a Princess came with a number of benefits that she could get used to. Fantastic food, nice places to stay, and free travel were common, even though Twilight almost always insisted on paying, and she had every intention on christening the spacious suite they’d be staying in throughout the weekend.

Unbuttoning the front of her shirt, she smirked and shook her head. “Hope you’re ready for…”

Tempest eyes widened as Twilight stepped forward and brazenly fondled the growing bulge in her pants. For a mare as reserved and well-mannered as she was, her lover had grown quite bold when it came to passionate matters - so bold that it was becoming increasingly common for her to make the first move. With her smile broadening, she lifted her gaze and met Twilight’s eyes.

“Careful,” she softly tutted.

“Or what?” Twilight countered. Slipping her fingers into Tempest’s waistband, she winked up at the towering she-stud. “You gonna punish me?”

Sending blood racing to her stallionhood, Tempest’s heart hammered away in her chest. She’d hoped to avoid doing any damage to Twilight’s dress, namely because it had been fashioned by none other than Rarity, although she wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to control herself. As she leaned in for another kiss, the lift came to a halt.

Sideling around her, Twilight pranced through the opening doors and into the penthouse. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

Tempest went to move, to step out and join her lover, but she hesitated. It was subtle, the sort of thing that could have easily gone undetected by somepony who was feeling riled up, but something was amiss. Staying within the elevator, she knit her brow and tried to figure out what was going on.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” Twilight cheerfully asked while unzipping the back of her dress.

While she licked her lips, keenly aware of her swelling cock struggling against the interior of her pants, it dawned on her. The first thing that caught her attention was the sound, a soft, almost imperceptible hum that rang faintly in her ears - secondly, there was something off about her view into the suite. She’d initially thought her mind was playing tricks on her, or that it could have been the lighting in the unfamiliar location, yet it was neither - there really was a gossamer veil of magic waiting just beyond the threshold.

Pinching the bridge of her snout, she straightened and shook her head. “You almost got me…”

“A…almost?” Twilight nervously repeated. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking a…about…”

“There,” Tempest clucked while motioning to the lift’s open doors, “you set up a trap of some kind. I gotta admit, that’s pretty slick. If it was just a shade dimmer, or if I was just a little hornier, you would’ve caught me with it.”

With a pained groan, Twilight rolled her head back. “Just walk through it…”

Tempest peaked a brow while remaining where she stood. “Might I ask why?”

She knew she wasn’t in any real danger, and she was genuinely quite impressed with Twilight for her little scheme, but she had a reputation for a reason - plus asking for an answer was a small way she could exert control. Cooly unbuttoning her shirt, she expectantly tapped a foot on the metal floor of the elevator. Twilight was definitely up to something - she just had to figure out what.

Shifting and letting her dress fall just enough to reveal one shoulder, Twilight smirked back. “Don’t tell me you’re scared…”

“Oh that’s funny,” Tempest chuckled. Stepping forward and out of the lift, she breached the magical barrier. “You better have - what the hay?!”

As she passed through the nearly invisible veil, her clothes vaporized. Her pants went first, disappearing from off her legs, followed by her underwear, shirt, and bra. One second, she was wearing a rather dapper suit - the next, she was as naked as the day she’d been born. Looking down at herself in shock, seeing her stallionhood throbbing and standing proudly at her groin, she found herself at a loss for words.

“Much better,” Twilight giggled while turning to face her. “Now that we’re out of the public eye, it’s only fitting that my affectionate little stud make herself presentable for me ~ don’t you agree?”

There were few minutes in Tempest’s life when she could say she’d been rendered speechless, but darned if this wasn’t one of them. As she lifted her head and stared over at Twilight, a toothy grin split her muzzle. She wasn’t sure what the exact plan was supposed to be after she was rendered nude, but she could say one thing for certain - she was exquisitely aroused.

The cherry on top was that she was fully aware of how intimidating she could be. There weren’t many creatures, much less ponies, who could say they single-handedly took out three Princesses over the span of a minute, although she was one of them. It wasn’t like Twilight had anything to genuinely fear - nevertheless, she threat she could pose was a delish garnish to the amorous affair.

Folding her arms beneath her bust, she squared up. “Here’s what we’re going to do. At the count of twenty, I’m going to throw you over my shoulder, carry you into the bedroom, then plow your brains out until you’re stumbling around like a newborn fawn - that is, if you can’t make up for that little stunt right then. One…two…three…”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it!” Twilight bleated, somehow managing to sound frustrated and amused at the same time.

Tempest sighed. “Oh I did enjoy it, but that doesn’t change anything. Eight…nine…”

Was she going to punish Twilight for vaporizing her attire? No - if anything, she was thrilled by the unexpected ploy, but she was still going to make good on her promise. Curious as to how Twilight would make amends, or if she was ballsy enough to double down and try something daring, she flexed her groin and caused her stallionhood to jerk upward.

With her horn flaring to life, Twilight closed her eyes and concentrated. Slowly but surely, fueled by arcane spellcraft, her breasts started to swell. The display was as provocative as it had always been, although a bit of extra bust wasn’t going to spare her - not this time.

“Nineteen…” Tempest breathed as she lowered her arms and began closing the gap between them.

“W…wait!” Twilight squawked. “I can make them b-”

Riiiiiiiiiiiiip

Having grabbed the sides of Twilight’s dress, Tempest tore the garment in twain. When it came to years of hard-earned muscle versus sheer fabric, the winner was clear - the article never stood a chance. She could have - would have felt bad about destroying such an exquisite piece of clothing, but it was hardly the first time a garment had been shredded at her hands - plus it wasn’t like Rarity couldn’t magically repair it. As she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around one dark, erect nipple, a blissful groan cut through the air.

“M…meanie,” Twilight weakly protested.

Tempest twisted her head and peeked up with a single eye as she gingerly nibbled upon the sensitive bud of flesh. If playing with a Princess in such a depraved way was wrong, she didn’t want to be right. Snaking one hand around her lover’s lower back, ensuring she couldn’t get away, she shifted her arm and kneaded Twilight’s utterly drenched marehood.

Grabbing the back of her head, Twilight shivered and held her close. “Y…you get to explain this to Rarity…”

“Do I?” Tempest quipped, pulling back with a soft pop. Tugging Twilight’s sopping wet panties to the side, she smoothly sank two digits into the Princess. “Are you sure about that…?”

Twilight moaned unintelligibly while bucking her hips. This was too much fun. There she was, somepony who’d nearly toppled the Equestrian empire, getting a Princess quite literally wrapped around her finger. Expertly stroking the mare’s g-spot, she closed her eyes and paused before continuing to suckle on her lover’s teat.

“Bigger…” she breathed.

Her request was obeyed in an instant. Unlike the slight expansion from moments before, Twilight’s bust practically exploded in size. Sailing past Cs, Ds, and even Es, the rack that swelled against her face was warm, deliciously soft, and just what she’d wanted - well, in a sense. After all the times they’d fooled around, both in privacy and surreptitiously in public, there was one question which always lingered ~ just how big could Twilight’s bust get?

Dwelling on the mystery, Tempest lightly held one nipple between her teeth as she twisted her head to the side. Though she’d only made Twilight cum with her tits alone on one occasion, she knew for a fact that her lover had developed quite a penchant for having her breasts played with - an act that she was more than happy to oblige. While she switched from one bosom to the other, making sure neither magnificent mammary was neglected, Twilight trembled from head to toe.

They’d long since passed the time of asking permission to play with one another - besides, at this point, they both knew exactly what buttons to press to get each other fired up. Withdrawing her fingers from Twilight’s slavering depths, she quietly growled. She could and at some points had pushed her lover too hard and too quickly, resulting in a messy eruption of climactic juices, although that wasn’t going to happen this time.

Sweeping Twilight’s leg and setting her off balance, she gingerly eased her mate to the floor before rising up to loom over her. Though she was heavily tempted to follow through with her threat-made-promise, there was something she needed to do first. As she nodded down at the supine Princess’ chest, she smirked.

“Is there an upper-limit on those sweater puppies?” she softly inquired.

Twilight peeked down at her mountainous rack while scrunching her snout. “My boobs?”

“No, that brain of yours,” Tempest joked. “Of course your boobs!”

“I mean, as long as my musculoskeletal structure is robust enough to bear the weight, I don’t think there is a limit - granted, the blood flow might ~ what?” Twilight huffed, seeing Tempest rubbing her temples.

“Yes or no,” Tempest grunted. “It’s not like you’d be prancing around with them or anything, I’m just…”

The words died in her throat as Twilight’s bust nearly tripled in size. She’d seen some impressive melons in her day, yet the ones her lover had sorcerously sprouted took the cake by a wide margin. Comparable in size to her head, so large that they sat heavily on the Princess’ torso, the pair of jumbo-tits caused her mouth to water.

Having to throw her arms wide to fondle her chest, Twilight snickered. “Is this big enough?”

Tempest could have said any number of things - stars above, she could have written poetry about the two gargantuan tits gently wobbling before her, but words failed her. Having always been a mare of action, and having nothing to say, she let her actions speak for her. As she stepped over Twilight’s legs and knelt down, her stallionhood twitched with anticipation.

It took everything she had to restrain herself and not dive into Twilight’s cleavage like an over-eager colt, but she was able to manage - if only just. Resting her head on one tremendous breast, she chuckled. As silly as this was, it tickled her fancy like few things ever had.

“Give ‘em a suckle,” Twilight urged.

Tempest had to push herself up to peer over the gargantuan bosom she rested upon. “Come again?”

“I don’t think I’ll be the only one cumming if you try nursing on me,” Twilight purred.

With her eyes widening and hope swelling in her heart, Tempest glanced down to the nipple directly under her face. No - there was no way Twilight would do something so lewd ~ would she? Having only one way to find out if her suspicion was correct, and with her erection beginning to ache, she wrapped her lips around the nub of velvety flesh and did as she’d been asked.

The instant she applied the slightest bit of vacuum, something warm, rich, and ever so slightly sweet bathed her palate. She recoiled and peered down wide-eyed as milk dribbled from Twilight’s teat. The revelation sundered her composure, shattering her stoicism and leaving room for her raging libido to run rampant.

Sliding forward and burying her length into the snug valley between Twilight’s tits, she started lazily thrusting. Between all the pre-cum she was pumping out and the deluge of dairy steadily flowing, there was more than enough lubrication for her to move freely. One could argue that fucking a succulent marehood or tight ass couldn’t be beat, although she could wage a staunch argument against that.

Not only did Twilight’s rack feel incredible, supple beyond belief, but it afforded her a spectacular show. Tempest could only just see the tip of her shaft protruding from the top of her lover’s cleavage, rhythmically appearing and disappearing while she bucked her hips. Keeping her eyes on the action, she gradually picked up the pace.

Twilight was no slouch in the matter, fondling herself and twisting her nipples while her enhanced bust was put to use. As she writhed in place, pinned to the floor, her horn glowed faintly. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was doing, although Tempest couldn’t help but give herself a peek.

Tempest glanced over her shoulder and saw a raspberry aura surrounding Twilight’s loins. Buck - this was painfully hot. The fact she wasn’t the only one getting off to the experience did nothing to hinder her excitement. Leaning forward, she shifted her gaze back to her lover’s face. Now that Twilight was magically rubbing herself, she could focus on the bigger matters at hand.

“Allow me,” she murmured as she brushed Twilight’s hands away.

“D…don’t - Mmmmmn,” Twilight moaned, her protest cut short by her studly lover.

Taking one nipple in each of her hands, she delicately squeezed and pulled. Twilight threw her head back and mewled in bliss. She honestly couldn’t say if other she-studs or stallions took gratification from getting their lovers off, although it was certainly a highlight for her.

As Tempest continued humping away, an odd sensation overtook her. She didn’t give it much consideration at first, chalking it up to finally being able to cut loose after a day of stealthy teasing and flirting, but it grew stronger and stronger with every passing second. Her coat stood on end, she felt tingly all over, her chest felt strange. It wasn’t until she looked down at herself, tearing her eyes off Twilight’s bust, that she made a startling discovery.

She slowed and blinked in disbelief. There was no way she was seeing what she thought she was seeing ~ right? Her tits, normally sporty and relatively unimpressive compared to the rest of her, looked bigger - not only that, but they felt weightier! Totally perplexed but too thrilled to give it much thought, she was struck by an obvious solution.

Twilight’s spell, for some reason or another, wasn’t just affecting herself. Tempest should have stopped or been concerned with the development, yet all it managed to do was add fuel to the lecherous fire. She’d never spoken of it to anypony, not that she could recall, but she’d always wondered what it would be like to have a bit more chestage.

It was funny - either by happenstance, luck, or some combination of the two, the spell seemed to give them what they both wanted. In a way, they were like a pair of kids with new toys; each had something to play with, aside from the usual, and neither had any complaints whatsoever - at least, Tempest assumed Twilight didn’t mind. Momentarily appraising their expansive busts, she smiled all the broader.

While her bosoms weren’t anywhere close to the pair of udder-like breasts Twilight was sporting, they graduated a cup size or possibly even two. She had to assume the bust-boosting spell must have bled over to her, increasing the size of her ordinarily modest rack, and that suited her just fine. Even though Tempest wouldn’t be on the receiving end of a tit-fucking anytime soon, unless Twilight somehow gave herself a dick, there were plenty of ways she could have fun with her newly enlarged tits.

Extending her arms, Twilight reached up to grope Tempest chest. Bolts of pleasure shot through her, adding to her bliss and sending her hurtling towards the brink. Holy heck ~ was this what it was like? Did Twilight feel this good when her tits were getting toyed with? In spite of what had happened and how incredibly sensitive her breasts had become, or possibly because of them, she hastened her pace.

Plowing faster with every passing second, she breathed hard and basked in the sensations accosting her. Twilight was utterly resplendent, the smell of arousal hung heavy in the air, and the flavor of fresh cream danced over her taste buds. It would be difficult for her to settle on a particular element of the exchange that most enthralled her, but the thought of what they must have looked like spurred her on.

If they’d thought to set up a camera before getting to their room, they could have easily made an exceedingly spicy home movie for themselves. Straddling Twilight, Tempest groaned and bucked away like an honest to goodness villain. It was only a matter of time until they recorded one of their raunchy trysts, although that was something they could discuss later - for now, they both desperately needed some relief.

There was only so much anypony could endure, including her, and the sensory assault was too much to bear. Going rigid in more ways than one, Tempest growled and clamped her eyes shut. The longer she held out, the more she’d cum - the more she’d cum, the bigger the facial Twilight would receive. As the pressure and rapture hit a breaking point, she bellowed out and was overtaken by ecstasy.

She missed the first shot of her spunk painting Twilight’s face, but she forced herself to peer down and watch as she glazed her lover like a donut. Ropes of thick jizz sailed from her pulsing, flared shaft, pattering over the Princess’ face and awaiting, open muzzle. Of all the spectacles she’d ever beheld, marking her mate was one that would never get old.

Her climax went on seemingly without end, outlasting the physical pleasure that surged through her. To say the output of her seed was prolific would be an understatement, and it was yet another curiosity which had developed throughout their relationship. Expending a load of spunk that would have rivaled three orgasms months prior, she rode out her bliss.

Twilight came moments after her, whimpering and trembling uncontrollably as she gushed nectar to the floor. Every decent relationship was about give and take, and they’d refined the sensual side of their love to an art. With their chests heaving, they smiled broadly.

“Pent up much?” Twilight tittered while wiping foal-batter from her eyes and cheeks.

Reclining and looking back at the cooling puddle of marish juices, Tempest chuckled. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Their euphoric glee was transient at best, although they were going to enjoy it. Shakily pushing herself up and getting to her feet, Tempest offered a hand to Twilight. With their desires sated and a spectacular mess having been made, one that they’d be sure to tidy up to spare the hotel’s staff, they marveled at one another once they were both standing.

“So - uh…” Tempest warily began while cupping her breasts in her hands. “Mind explaining what just happened?”

Squinting down at Tempest’s bust, Twilight thoughtfully rubbed her chin. “I would assume that my inability to properly concentrate caused the enchantment to go a bit off the rails. Gee ~ I wonder who’s fault that could have been…”

Tempest blushed and bashfully rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah…sorry about that. It’s just - Gah?!”

She gasped as Twilight pinched her nipples. Though she’d just endured a phenominal climax, her softening stallionhood twitched and got slightly harder. This was bad - well, no, not bad, but it certainly wasn’t ideal. Given their penchant for going multiple rounds before they were both spent, and with both of them having bigger, more sensitive busts to explore, it would be prudent that they moved somewhere that would make cleaning up a bit more convenient.

“Don’t they feel great?” Twilight cooed. “The spell works to augment nerve endings and - Wha?!”

“Nope,” Tempest grumbled as she smoothly heaved Twilight over her shoulder. “We can continue this in the bathroom - you know, somewhere with tiled floors and walls…”

Squirming and snickering like a schoolfilly, Twilight allowed herself to be trundled off to the washroom. As they navigated through the den and into a short hallway, their laughter gradually tapered off. Both of them knew what was coming, that their round in the living room was just an opening act, and neither of them would be fully satisfied until they were both struggling to walk properly.

The suite’s bathroom was, like the rest of the place, resplendent and coolly lit. While Tempest would have been content with a simple shower or bath tub, she had access to a hot tub, shower stall, a pair of sinks, and a fully-stocked vanity. Simply put - the place was nice, and she feared that the constant luxuries that Twilight afforded may grow on her.

As soon as Tempest sat Twilight down, they were on one another. Their tongues entwined, their hands wandered over each other, and a pleased, sensual hum resonated through the relatively small chamber. Getting frisky out in public was fun, if not a bit risky, although it couldn’t hold a candle to the raw intimacy of when they only had to worry about each other.

Tempest shivered and groaned as Twilight sucked on her right tit while lovingly fondling the other. She’d never been all that into having her breasts played with, but she wouldn’t deny that the affection her bosoms were getting was having an effect on her. Repaying the favor by kneading and lightly squeezing her lover’s rack, she gave as good as she got.

Seconds crept by as the fires of her passion were rekindled. Coming to a point where her stallionhood was ready and raring to go, she delicately pushed Twilight away. Since she had no idea how long she’d have her own, personal dairy cow, she was going to capitalize on the unique experience.

After briefly motorboating Twilight, she turned her head and helped herself to a mouthful of milk. She’d never given lactation much thought, merely considering it a natural thing that happened with new or expecting mothers, although having a shockingly productive lover might change that. The good news was that she absolutely adored the creamy bonus - the bad news was that, if her intuition was right, she may develop a new fetish.

Giving Tempest’s tits a slight squeeze, Twilight stifled a moan. “They’re s…so heavy…”

“Mine or yours?” Tempest asked as she pulled back.

“Both,” Twilight replied. “Bet yours won’t bother you as much as mine do for me.”

“Considering how big yours are, that makes sense,” Tempest mused. Slipping her hands under Twilight’s massive pair of bosoms, she grinned. “You should keep ‘em like this.”

“Tempest!” Twilight protested. “Do you have any idea how complicated they’d make everything?!”

Leaning back, Tempest stretched her arms over her head. “Just don’t skip back day at the gym. I’m sure that-”

“I’m talking about everything other than my back,” Twilight interrupted. “We get enough looks while we’re out and about, so sporting these,” she emphatically continued while clutching her tits, “would have everypony talking and asking questions.”

“Let ‘em,” Tempest coolly retorted. Giving one of Twilight’s nipples a light flick of her finger, she shook her head. “If anypony says anything, I’ll handle ‘em.”

“And Celestia?” Twilight pressed, stepping in and sandwiching their tits together. “What are you going to do when Celestia or Luna asks why I’m strutting around looking like a…a…”

“An absolute bombshell?” Tempest concluded. “Even if they did bring it up, which I highly doubt, I’d just tell them you’re trying on a new look. Honestly, and this stays between us,” she whispered conspiratorially, “I think they’re jealous of you…”

While her assertions weren’t the most romantic in the world, and a few bordered on heresy, they worked to stunning effect. Twilight’s eyes glimmered in the cool light, she pursed her lips, and she drifted forward. As their tongues and bodies entwined, the pair moved in tandem.

Seizing the initiative, Twilight lifted one leg. They’d done this dance many times, and it was a particular favorite for the both of them. Tempest smoothly reached down, took hold of her lover’s thighs and lifted her from the ground. Having a well-trained body came with a number of benefits, and they weren’t all good for the battlefield.

Effortlessly lifting Twilight, Tempest stepped into the basin and pressed her against the wall. The lack of a bed was unfortunate, although they still had plenty of options when it came to positions to do the deed. While she adjusted her grip and brought her hands to the Princess’ doughy tush, her stallionhood leapt upward.

“Ready?” she breathed hotly on Twilight’s ear, having briefly broken their kiss.

Twilight pecked her cheek while wiggling her tush. Sweltering heat radiated against the tip of her length as she got into position. Though she’d asked to proceed, it was hardly necessary - after all, for as long as they’d been seeing one another, they knew where limits lie.

Turning her head and driving her tongue into Twilight’s muzzle, Tempest bucked her hips while lowering her lover. The balmy, velvety depths that embraced her stallionhood were as incredible as they’d ever been. As she gradually sank deeper and deeper, relishing every facet of her regal mate, her eyelids fluttered.

It may have been her imagination, but she’d swear that the sex they had had only gotten better as time had gone on. Simply put, Twilight’s marehood was perfection made manifest. She couldn’t have asked for more in a lover if she’d tried, and that alone made every intimate moment between them all the more special.

Pressing Twilight’s back to the wall, she started thrusting. Each plunge was delivered slowly, allowing them both to savor the moment and acclimate to the intrusion, although it wouldn’t stay that way for long. As she hilted herself, sensing her cock-head nestled against Twilight’s inner gate, her heart skipped a beat.

Just like that, they were off to the races. While Twilight was in no position to contribute much, pinned to the wall while straddling Tempest, she was no slouch. Rhythmically clenching and relaxing her marehood, she milked her she-stud’s pistoning length with everything she had. For all their differences, it truly was like they’d been made for each other.

Tempest softly growled as she bucked her hips. She’d initially assumed Twilight’s admission that she was the best lay she’d ever had was just talk, attributing it to post-coitus euphoria or possibly an attempt to bolster her self-esteem, but she was starting to believe it. Maybe it was because they were preternaturally attuned with one another, or perhaps Twilight’s repeated use of sorcery was having an impact - whatever the case may be, they were two parts of a whole.

Gradually pulling out all the stops, Tempest went all out. The sound of her meaty balls slapping against Twilight’s tush mingled with their rapturous moans while they gave themselves to one another. The tit-fucking in the living room had been the perfect appetizer to the get them going, and now they were going to enjoy the main course.

After no more than a few minutes, Twilight tilted her head back while quaking and squirting throughout her climax. There was something magical about making her cum, a certain satisfaction that came from pleasing a Princess, and it sent Tempest into a frenzy. Pulling away and lowering her head, she ravenously nursed from her lover’s tit while plowing away like a beast possessed.

Twilight’s first orgasm was followed by a second, then a third and fourth, until Tempest lost count of them. While it was far from uncommon for her to reduce her lover to a cum-drunk, incoherent heap of limbs, she cherished it each and every time. Gingerly biting down and earning herself a delighted squeal, she swallowed a mouthful of milk.

One of the few things they hadn’t discussed was what the future would hold for them, although moments like these made Tempest wonder where things would eventually lead for them. Would they start a family and settle down? Did Twilight like her enough to get hitched some day? What would ponies think if or when their relationship went public? There were many mysteries to consider, yet she held out hope that they’d stay together for a long, long time.

Sensing something running from her back to her chest, she reclined and watched as Twilight pawed at her tits. Buck it - turnabout was fair play. Adjusted her stance and leaning back, she loudly groaned and bit her bottom lip. Yeah, she could definitely see herself growing fond of having a bigger set of tits herself.

As Twilight’s umpteenth orgasm struck, Tempest’s balls drew taut. There weren’t any real drawbacks to their dynamic, although she would have liked to last longer than she did. Fighting to restrain herself, holding back the welling tide of bliss for as long as she could, she set her jaw.

She had no way to tell how long she ultimately lasted, having no watch or clock to check, but her end hit her like a ton of bricks. Sheathing every inch of her length, with the tip of her dick flaring to nearly double its normal size, she howled out and pressed her face into Twilight’s cleavage. It was a fantastic end for an equally amazing bout - unfortunately, it came with consequences.

Hearing Twilight’s shrill wail, she felt something bearing against her abdomen. Something wasn’t right, yet she couldn’t for the life of her figure out what it was. Almost reluctantly pulling away, she peered downward and froze. To her utter shock, her lover’s abdomen gradually distended under the weight of her essence.

There was a fine line between impassioned and silly, and seeing Twilight literally bloat from the amount of seed being pumped into her crossed it instantaneously. Initially concerned, she looked up and was amazed to discover her lover wasn’t in distress - on the contrary, her mate seemed to be in the throes of passion. The spectacle was jaw-dropping, the sort of thing that her mind would struggle to conjure, and it left her completely enthralled.

If Twilight wasn’t enduring an exceptionally long climax, she came multiple times in rapid succession while her ordinarily flat belly rounded and sagged. It was a darn good thing that they routinely used contraceptive spells, because she could easily envision her essence marinating with her lover’s overfilled foal-factory. Shying back and withdrawing a fraction of her pulsing length, she glanced lower as a deluge of cum surged from Twilight’s spasming entrance.

Their ecstasy lasted for what felt like a small eternity, yet it eventually tapered off and was replaced by a familiar, euphoric warmth that overtook them both - that was, until Twilight glanced down at herself. How the Princess hadn’t noticed her all but gravid state was beyond Tempest, yet it came as a shock.

“Is…is that…” Twilight croaked.

“Heh,” Tempest wheezed as she affectionately patted Twilight’s belly. “Guess that spell did more than just do a number on my boobs.”

Readjusting her grip, Tempest backed away and hauled a portion of her length free. “On three. One…two…”

She rolled her hips back just after the count of two. As her stallionhood sprang into the open, a torrent of jizz surged from Twilight’s depths. It was like a dam bursting, causing both to marvel at the utter torrent of spunk that went rushing into the tub beneath their feet. In just a handful of seconds, rich, viscous cum was sloshing around their ankles.

“Holy cow,” Twilight gasped, taken aback.

Tempest couldn’t help herself. Easing Twilight down, she tweaked her lover’s nipple and sent a small jet of milk spurting through the air. “Very appropriate.”

Trying and failing to give Tempest a stern look, Twilight shook her head. “Once we get back to my castle, we’re going to have to investigate this.”

“Oh no,” Tempest mockingly lamented while holding the back of one hand to her forehead. “Don’t tell me the Princess of Friendship is gonna play doctor with me!”

“Ha ha,” Twilight sarcastically laughed. After a fleeting moment, she blushed and averted her gaze. “I mean, that would be kinda hot - like, if you were into it.”

Striking like a serpent, Tempest shared Twilight in her grasp and pulled her close. “You know I’d be into it…”

Their eyes met and time stood still. Despite the absurdity of the situation, standing in a literal pool of spunk while their enlarged breasts were smashed together, their love eclipsed all. Acting in concert, they locked lips and succumbed to their passion. The specifics of the spell, their transformations, and the cum they were wading in, none of those things truly mattered - no, the only thing of importance was that they had one another. As they embraced, the same thought went through their minds - how or even if they’d be able to top the incredibly lewd moment…