Beating Her Heat

Once again, you find yourself sitting down in the foyer.

You’ve been dozing in and out of consciousness. Waiting for Twilight was boring as hell. It's been about a day since her impromptu 'tease-you-until-you-cum-all-over-the-stairs' session. That mess took a while to clean up, but you did it anyway, cause you're a gentleman.

You didn't clean up Twilight's room, though. Whatever she was doing in there, that's her mess.

You had some time to think about... whatever happened last night. Safe to say, it had squashed any reluctance you once had about being with Twilight, but it was replaced with something else: a strange anxiety. That unicorn was a dom in every sense of the word; a wild card. And there wasn't a thing you could do against her magic. Who knows what would happen if you willingly took her to bed. Half of you wanted to pick her up and screw her silly. The other half was telling you to get the heck out of the library and never come back.

You stare at the ceiling, lost in thought, about to drift off again when the door slams open.  Jolting up out of the chair, you look to see who it is.

It’s the purpledom herself, Twilight Sparkle.

You just stand there and gape, wondering exactly what she's going to do.

"Hi, roomie!" she says cheerily, closing the door behind her. There's a massive smile on her face as she trots into the kitchen, bringing some groceries with her. She just leaves you there, looking stupid.

"Spent the night with Rarity. I know it was kind of sudden, but I figured you'd be fine by yourself."

This does not sound like the kinky unicorn that was bombarding you with fingers, lips and marehood last night. Is she playing some kind of game?

Once done with the groceries, she comes back to the foyer, that stupid smile still on her face. "So, how was your night?"

That cocky. Little. Mare!

"Are you serious, Twi? My night was spent recovering from the craziest sexual attack I've ever experienced!" You throw your hands up to emphasize the point.

She shirks back from your yelling. "Well... are you alright?"

You just glare in reply.

Dejected, her gaze drops to her hooves. "Oh."

Her downtrodden tone cuts straight to your heart. Your intention was to be critical of her actions, not harsh. Somehow, you've ended up feeling bad for the same unicorn that had frustrated you so thoroughly last night. Can't help it, though. She's too cute.

With a hand in her mane, you crouch down to her eye level. "Hey, Twilight, don't put yourself down like that. It wasn't all bad."

She perks up instantly and the smile returns with such intensity the Chershire Cat would be jealous. "So you liked it?"

You turn an inquisitive eye toward her. There's way too much enthusiasm in her words. A nagging voice speaks up, telling you that things might escalate very quickly. You need to be careful how you answer.

Your manhood, of course, want to encourage her wholeheartedly. However, Twilight took action last night without any sort of permission from you. Given her estrus situation, you can cut her some slack. It’s just...

You sigh. You have to be honest with yourself—last night was amazing. Like nothing you've ever felt before. You wanted it to happen again, you just weren’t comfortable with Twilight’s over-eagerness about it. So, how do you say, ‘yes, I liked it’, without saying, ‘yes, I liked it’?

"Look, it was fine, but you should—"

You hear the loudest squee you've ever heard from a pony. Heck, you didn't even know they could get that loud.

"YES-YES-YES-YES-YES-YES-YES!" She starts bounding up the stairs, taking several with each leap.

"Twilight, I've still got—"

You find yourself surrounded by a violet glow, floating up the stairs behind Twilight. Drat. You struggle against Twilight's magical grip while attempting to get a word in edgewise. It's pointless, of course. You’re about to resort to yelling, but Twilight's not paying attention and accidentally bumps your head into the door frame.

A loud thud echoes throughout the room. "Sorry!" she says sheepishly.

You're too dazed to respond. The balcony doors were left open, so most of the smell is gone, but you can still detect the faintest leftover scent of Twilight's musk.

Twilight throws you onto her bed and instantly jumps on top of you. She shoves her face into yours and says emphatically, "Which position do you wanna try first?"

You shake your head, still a little dizzy from having it rammed into the door frame. "You're still, umm, horny?"

"Silly human, did you really think estrus only lasted a couple of days? I've got a lot to teach you about unicorn physiology!" Her eyes half-close; she licks her lips. "A lot to teach you."

She's still in crazy-estrus mode. You're in deep, buddy. Your rapidly-hardening member, however, is saying, ‘Well, not yet, but I can't wait!’

You grab Twi by her stomach and start lifting her off of you, but it's too late for that. Far too late. Your hands are enveloped by a purple glow and forced to your sides as Twilight gives you a mischievous grin.

"You're so eager! Me too! But I think you're just going to need to just lay there for now."

You're panting with both anxiety and anticipation. You're also pitching a tent downstairs, which Twilight notices.

"Great! I was worried I'd have to get you warmed up with some of that stupid foreplay stuff."

In an instant, your clothes are torn off. You're pretty sure you heard your shirt rip. "Twilight!"

She immediately releases her magical grip on your arms and looks at your face like you’d just told her Celestia was stopping by for a surprise visit.

“W-what is it?” Her voice is shaking.

“You haven’t even asked me if I’m okay with this. You didn’t ask yesterday, either. Sex isn’t just some random act of pleasure you can pick up and put down like a book!”

Twilight screwed up her face and scrunched her snout. “But I thought you said you liked it.”

You lay a hand over your eyes and sigh. “Yes, I did say that, but you never let me finish.”

She narrows her eyes. “Uh, yes I did. You finished all over the stairs.”

“Finish talking, Twi. I love that you’re aggressive and enthusiastic, but you need to ask first. That’s all.”

Her head droops and she gives a small nod, then turns her eyes to you. “So, can I do whatever I want to your penis until you pass out from pleasure?”

That might just be the cutest way anyone has ever asked to have sex in the history of the universe.

“Yes.”

As soon as your answer registers with her, she turns back to your manhood, examining it quite closely. It's at full mast and eager for attention, throbbing with anticipation.

A smile makes its way onto Twilight's face: she's decided her initial method of attack. Her horn starts glowing and soon your member does as well.

A gasp escapes your lips.

It's... pressure? The feeling is strange, but you can't deny it's pleasurable. Twilight's applying very precise waves that flow up and down your shaft. Somehow, she's also adding some kind of liquid, one that feels a lot like lube. She experiments with pace as well; the waves start slow, but pick up speed as the minutes go by.

Her muzzle is so close to your hardness that in between the ripples you can feel her breath on you. You can almost feel her iron gaze as well. Her concentration remains unbroken for several moments, then, suddenly, she squints. The waves break up, but they don't stop. The invisible touches are now starting at the base of your shaft, travelling up one side to your tip then down the other.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you’re holding your breath. Where the hell did this even come from? Has she always been this way? Twilight isn't done yet; she's now attacking your member with multiple waves simultaneously. Half of them are moving against the other half and it's all you can do to stay conscious.

Twilight lets out a heavy breath, one you can feel it all over your shaft. She's stopped her assault for now, but your manhood is red and aching for more. You take the opportunity to breathe again.

"Ugh. I know you're supposed to screw on the bed, but it's really not very practical when your subject is so much taller than you."

What's that supposed to—

You're grabbed with magic again and Twilight throws you against the wall. She’s not violent, but clearly doesn't care to be gentle, either. The impact knocks the wind out of you and an odd feeling covers your wrists and ankles. Twilight has morphed the wood behind you to hold you in place, eagle-spread. Your crotch is level with her eyes.

"Goddess, this is so much more convenient!" She's smiling again, and once more the foreboding violet glow has covered your member.

You’re blinking with curiosity and clench your fists in preparation.

Slowly but steadily, your dick is starting to grow.

What.

It feels like you’re stretch Armstrong. You watch in disbelief as your length becomes... lengthier. It's maintaining width, but it has got to be at least a foot long, now. Two feet, still growing. You don't know when it's going to stop.

Eventually, your rigidity is unable to hold your member up; it just weighs too much. You cringe in pain as it starts to droop.

"Oh no! Sorry sorry sorry!" squeals Twilight. She immediately lifts it back into position with magic. "I thought I had properly calculated the torque force against the strength of erection. The lever arm must have been too extreme. Although, in your case, it's more of a lever phallus." She giggles at her own joke.

You would have found that adorable if she wasn't currently holding you up against the wall and growing your penis to the length of a baseball bat. All you muster is an uneasy laugh.

"I was so excited to try this one out!"

Twilight positions herself in front of your manhood and flashes a smile at you before taking your tip into her mouth. Again, you're wracked with pleasure, but what the hell is she planning? There's no way she can fit the whole thing inside her mouth with this length!

Her tongue starts coiling around you. Oh, Celestia, give me strength. It's methodically wrapping around your stiffness, covering every inch. Soon, her tongue has emerged from her mouth, still doing its work. You notice it's glowing with magic, and the observation makes you cautious and excited at the same time.

Her tongue seems pretty long and it's still spiraling down. How far can that thing go? Your eyes widen in shock as your realize her intention. You look into her gaze; her eyes are smiling back at you, narrowed in a mischievous glare.

She's going to wrap your entire freaking schlong in her tongue.

The moment she notices you figured her out, she slows down considerably, dragging out the process as long as she can. The part of your length that's wrapped up is also under immense stimulation. Her tongue is constantly in motion, fluctuating, caressing you.

After what feels like an hour, her tongue has finally reached your base. For a moment, nothing further happens—then she kicks it up a notch. The grip her tongue has on you tightens to the point where it feels like she's going to crush you, but it never teethers past the threshold into pain. From the look in her eyes, Twilight can tell exactly how she's affecting you.

The feeling is incredible. Indescribable. But then again, how do you explain to someone what having a 3-foot manhood feels like? Especially while it's being massaged by a 10-foot—Oh, god! Twilight has started shifting where she's squeezing. Your member feels like a piano, the way she's playing it. The pressure moves up and down in waves like before, but given the new length of your manhood, the pleasure is multiplied tenfold. She's also able to apply force in sections, letting up on the middle of your shaft but clenching down on the tip and base. The pressure inverts, then reverts, then shifts again.

It's far too much for you.

You close your eyes and climax into her mouth, letting out everything you have. Your body is finally granted the release it needed and you sigh and open your eyes. Your gaze finds Twilight's... but she does not look happy.

Your relaxing, shrinking member is released by her tongue quickly. That razor glare of hers scares you, and you're still stuck up against the wall.

As soon as her whole tongue is back in her mouth, she yells at you, "I wasn’t finished!  You were not meant to cum! I studied your physiology, you're supposed to be capable of handling more than that!"

"I've never experienced the stuff you were—"

You’re cut off by her magic. "I’m trying to concentrate here! You're going to have to shut up until I've sufficiently gotten off." You'd say this wasn't like Twilight at all, but her lust had driven her crazy; this seemed par for the course.

You notice she's now looking intently at your crotch. Uh oh, what's she planning?

"You're not done yet, little man!"

She closes her eyes in concentration and effort and your over-worked equipment is enveloped in Twilight's magic. You can feel life coming back to your testes as well as your stiffening member. Twilight maintains her spell a moment longer, then ventures a gaze with one eye.

When she sees the results of her work, she hops up excitedly. "Excellent!" She's far too thrilled about this.

Her horn starts glowing again, like she's about to start the next phase of her plan, but she suddenly stops. She's eyeing you with a curious look. "You know, I think I've been wrong about something. Your mouth is plenty useful."

Dread washes over you as you feel a pressure emerge against your face. It's wet and soft, but you can’t see anything. It doesn't stay invisible for long, however, as Twilight outlines it with a purple glow. It’s somewhat difficult to tell from where from where you are, but from what you can tell...

You've got to be kidding me. It's a mare’s nethers, complete with attached flank, tail and legs.

"Now I'm giving you a chance to get back in my good graces. Anything you do with your mouth, I'll be able to feel. However..." The legs wrap around the back of your head and push the wet folds into your face. You're finding it very hard to breathe. "I'm not letting up until I'm satisfied. Also, while you're busy up there, I'll be busy down here."

You hear Twilight's magic go into overdrive. Looking down, you can hardly believe what you're seeing.

Twilight has created a mostly-transparent clone of herself. It looks to have the same visual consistency as the back end that's been shoved in your face, only there's a complete body... and it looks very interested in you. It slowly walks up to the wall you're stuck to, swaying its hips as it goes.

You gulp, blinking several times as your breath quickens.

The second Twilight then walks straight up the wall, positioning itself over your erection. Of course it can walk up walls. Nothing surprises you at this point. The clone's head moves towards yours, passing right through the flank that's already there like it doesn't exist. You gawk at the clone as it covers your mouth with a long, passionate kiss.

The clone maylook like it's made of pure magic, but it still feels like the real thing. You guess some things still can surprise you.

It withdraws, its seductive stare still boring straight into your eyes.

Twilight coughs. "You seem distracted. I think I should remind you that air will be a hard thing to come by soon."

The legs that have your head in a deathgrip squeeze harder, exacerbating the situation at hand. You decide now would be a good time to go to work. Just as you're about to start working your tongue, though, Twilight's clone impales herself on your member.

Twilight is not making this easy.

Your tongue is working as hard as it can, though, admittedly, 'as hard as it can' isn't as much as you're usually capable of doing. You attribute that to the intense, relentless stimulation on your manhood. The clone has been constantly pumping up and down on it and there's no lack of tightness. Your tongue starts search for a clit; you need to find a weakness, and quickly.

"Really? If you continue with this quality of cunnilingus, you won't get me off for another..." Twilight looks up, doing some math in her head, "twelve point three-three minutes. Can you really hold your breath that long?"

You very much want to yell at her right now but you can't spare the breath. You're working as hard as you can, but Twilight hardly seems to notice. You need a bailout.

The sensations on your crotch stop. You look down and catch Twilight's clone's gaze. It looks... sorry for you? But then it grins. What the hell is about to happen?

The clone turns its horn towards Twilight. She doesn’t notice, as her attention is on the ceiling. Heck, she looks almost bored. The clone's horn starts to shimmer. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers at the action and Twilight very suddenly realizes there's a glow encompassing her nethers.

"What?"

While you can't feel what Twilight is feeling, you can imagine her clone is just as kinky as herself. If you had a free hand, you would totally be high-fiving her clone right now.

"But... but you're supposed to please h—" Twilight can't help but moan.

You finally have an opening. You go to work, darting your tongue in and out of the marehood in front of you. You have the mind to not lick mindlessly, though. This can’t be rushed. You explore every inch of her folds, searching slowly for her most vulnerable spot. Twilight might have had some serious resolve before, but now you've got an ally. You're both working in tandem, a team against a common foe: Twilight's pleasure spots.

She never stood a chance.

It's not even a minute before her moans hit a high pitch and she squeals in release. Twilight's clone and you share a smirk of victory. True to her word, Twilight allows you to breathe again. You gasp in the sweet air as a giddy feeling of accomplishment comes over you—but then you see Twilight.

She is by no means finished. Her mane and tail are a mess and even her coat was disturbed in several places, but the look in her eyes is feral. She says nothing, only growls.

You look to the clone for help, but are mortified to see the same look in its eyes. Twilight gallops over and leaps on top of you. Her hooves magically attach to the wall. It seemed her clone and herself can occupy the same space.

Panic begins to set in. All you can do is hope you get out alive. You see the clone's face sync with Twilight's for just a moment, and under the terrible oppression of their combined stares, you whimper. Both Twilights then lower themselves onto your erection with varying techniques. Twilight is rough about it, but her clone still has some care for you.

They begin slamming onto you at an incredible pace. You can't tell which one was tighter, or more wet, or even more eager, but that doesn't really matter. The pleasure is through the roof. The sensations overwhelm you, making you gasp. The gasp is cut short, though, when clone Twilight covers your mouth with a kiss. You give in, playing with her tongue as it invades your mouth. Twilight starts kissing your neck and upper chest, but those kisses aren't nearly as gentle as her partner's.

Coherent thought fails you.

Twilight decides you're not moving your hips fast enough for her, so she grabs them with magic and forces them to move at her pace. You can practically hear your bones protesting, but you're in no position to do something about it. Clone Twilight breaks her kiss and moves to the side of your neck that isn't being attended by Twilight. The clone breathes softly on your skin before covering it in gentle kisses.

As soon as Twilight sees the opening, she covers your mouth with her own, but this kiss is completely different. It's like she wants to swallow your tongue, like she wants to dominate your mouth. Her tongue wraps around your own and pulls it into her mouth. Even though it's not what you're used to, the act still drives you wild.

This is stranger than the wildest threesome your mind could think up and a million times more rapturous. Your brain is fried, you're just running on instinct now. Twilight has, by this point, gotten every inch of your body under her control. She's moving your hips, thighs, everything exactly how she wants it. The crazy dom even went as far as to control your breathing patterns to accommodate her rhythm. You vaguely notice your arms are free, but they're also under Twilight's command. You don't know what she's doing with them, you don't care.

Her pace is quickening; her moans are once again hitting a peak and her clone is reacting much the same way. Your body can no longer handle the attentions of both Twilights.

You release yourself into them, pushing them over the edge as well. Clone Twilight lets out a deep moan, Twilight shrills, and you grunt as you black out.

Time passes, though you don't know how much. When you awaken, you're still fastened to the wall. Your arms have been secured again. Twilight is panting, lying on her back in a pool of her and her clone's juices. She's staring at the ceiling but soon notices you've regained consciousness.

You've never seen such a warm smile.

You smile back, but tug at your bonds. “Hey, Twi, you think you could help me out here?"

She giggles. God that's so cute. "Don't worry about it, human. You're exactly where you need to be."

Uhh, suddenly not so cute.

"It would be pointless to take you down; I'd just have to throw you back up there again tomorrow!"

You can feel the sweat drip down from your face and you swallow.

Estrus is going to be hell.