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                     Beating Her Heat                      
                       -by SmutAnon-                       
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           The Things She Can Do With That Horn            
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The Things She Can Do With That Horn
As dusk passes and night drowns Ponyville Library in shadow, you find yourself sitting in the foyer under candlelight, absorbed in a good book. Reading was your favorite pastime. In fact, it's one of the reasons why you got along with Twilight so well: you both loved exploring the vast world of literature.
You liked fiction a bit more than she did, though. She often said she didn't see why some authors put so much time into making things up. When you asked her about her love of Daring Do, however, she just blushed and said, “That’s different.”
You're pretty sure she just didn't understand.
The discussion had come up more than once in the three months you'd been living with her. Unexpectedly torn from your own world, the library—and eventually Twilight—were the only things you took solace in. Books were one of the few things that made sense to you, at least in the beginning.
You and Twilight had grown close over the months: sharing secrets, indulging hobbies, and spending time together. She'd even expressed interest in... 'experimentation' as she called it, but you weren't sure.
There were a million different angles on the “issue”, but it always came down to this: she's a pony, you're a human. It just doesn't make sense for you two to be together... didn’t it?
She'd become a little more blunt in the recent days. Apparently, she was in something call “heat”. Twilight had to explain it to you, as you’d never really studied equines or their biology. You admit, there was an urge to help Twilight out, but you couldn't quite look past the cross-species thing.
For whatever reason, she’d sent Spike away, and when her friend Rarity visited earlier in the week, she suggested you find another place to stay for a while. You didn’t see the big deal. Surely Twilight wouldn’t do anything rash, would she?
Your concentration wanders from the book. This specific subject had the tendency to cause a lot of internal conflict. You lie back in your chair and sigh, wondering what Twilight was up to; wondering if she held it against you. It must be rough going through estrus without some kind of release.
You close your eyes a moment before you pick your book back up. You're about to continue reading when you hear a familiar jingle—somepony is using magic. You're a little curious, but not enough to put your book down. At least, that’s until you realize there's a familiar violet glow coming from your crotch.
Your eyes widen and you sit up straight, putting the book aside. You're about to yell out when you're suddenly attacked by sensations.
It feels like... hands? What the hell is Twilight—Oh, god, that feels good. It's like invisible hands are slowly, gently stroking your member. Where the hell did she learn to do this?
You start looking around for Twilight, but she's not in the room. She must have been sick of waiting around for you to make up your mind about her; either that or estrus had actually driven her mad.
You start standing up to go find her, but as soon as your rear leaves the chair, the magic goes into overdrive. The invisible hands start massaging your manhood quicker and additional hands grasp your shoulders, dragging you back down into your seat.
The pleasure is mind-boggling.
You're stuck between wondering how Twilight learned to turn a man on like this and absorbing the incredible feelings her magic is causing down there. It doesn’t help that your brain can’t figure out whether to enjoy this or not. Yes, it feels good, but Twilight isn’t human! You two hardly even discussed this outside of a couple brief conversations!
You soon realize your member is trying very hard to stiffen, but it’s having a difficult time doing so with your pants and boxers still on. You reach down to give your boner some breathing room, but as soon as your hands get near your crotch, they're enveloped by the same colored glow as your nethers and thrust away.
Twilight isn't messing around.
"Damnit!"
Surprised by your own shouting, you almost expect it to make Twilight slow down or give up. However, she either didn't hear you, or didn't care. The invisible hands move faster, yet somehow more delicately, aware of your member's trouble in the confined space. Kinky unicorn.
It’d be so easy to just lay back and enjoy the sensations, but is that really what you want? You grip your head in your hands, trying to concentrate, trying to think—but Twilight is giving you no respite. Every inch of your dick is given special attention. Warm, gentle touches go from the tip to the base of your shaft and back, again and again. Waves of pleasure flow into you. Handjobs aren't really your thing, but this is a totally different experience.
You realize you can't take much more of this and your member is still trapped in your boxers. While the feeling is great, you also like clean clothes, especially given how few sets you have. If she would just...
You reach for your zipper again, and again your hands are tossed away, more viciously this time. Attempting to interfere has its consequences as the number of stimulations you're being assaulted with has increased. You've lost count of how many magical hands are caressing you.
You won't last much longer.
"Twilight, I don’t know what you want! Just come out here and tell me!"
For just one moment, you have a reprieve... and then it all comes back, just as powerful as before. This is ridiculous. Rapturous, but still ridiculous.
You don't want to stop Twilight, do you? Maybe she is a pony, but she’s not actually touching you, is she? More than anything, you just want to talk, but you’ll need to find her first. You brace yourself on the arms of the chair and attempt to stand up, but Twilight's having none of that. With a bright flash and concussion in the air, you’re blasted right back into your chair. This is the work of a serious dom.
The hands continue their expert work, and you can’t take it any more. "Twilight, I'm gonna—"
Suddenly, everything stops. Your dick is begging for release and you're begging for satisfaction, but Twilight has stopped the magical handjob and you have no idea where she is. You need a break, so you just hang out in the chair—panting, waiting, hoping Twilight starts doing... whatever it was again. What a tease!
After a couple minutes, you figure she's stopped for good. Whatever her plan is, she’s got you baffled. You wipe the sweat from your brow and try to figure out what to do with yourself. Twilight probably isn’t far, part of your brain wanted you to find her and talk about this. Another part was yelling at you to bail. But there was one last perspective rattling around in your head, one that wanted you to go right up to Twilight, throw off your clothes, and—
“Agh!” You shake your head furiously. It was near impossible to think straight, especially with how close you were to release.
Twilight is your roommate. No matter what, you’d need to talk with her about this eventually. You're able to stand up out of the chair now and resolve to find her. The first place you decide to look is her bedroom.
You make your way over to the stairs, and just as you start up them, the jingle of a horn casting magic fills your ears again. This time, your pants and your boxers are glowing as Twilight drags them to your knees.
"What the—"
You're excited, but also confused and a tad nervous. Twilight's actions have been completely out-of-character, and you have no idea what's going to happen next. Your curiosity is soon satiated as your member starts glowing again, but it's not hands this time.
It's a mouth.
Once again, you're completely baffled by Twilight's knowledge and skill. Either she has some serious experience, or found one hell of a book on fellatio. It's the real deal, too: saliva, lips, hot breath, suction, everything.
How is this even possible?
Ultimately, it doesn't really matter, cause you're on the receiving end of the most intense blowjob you've ever experienced. You’re frozen in your tracks. Soft lips move painfully slow on your shaft, up and down in perfect rhythm. A wicked tongue coils around you, squeezes, and uncoils, leaving immense pleasure in its wake—then does it again.
Your eyes are bulging and your breath is hot and heavy, practically panting. Your legs threaten to give out from underneath you, but you sharpen your resolve. You need to see this through. You need to see Twilight lying on the ground, staring at you with eyes full of lust, moaning in pleasure as you—
Damnit!
Conflicted as you are, the mental picture gives you the strength to take another step closer to her bedroom... then another, and another. You're getting pretty close, and while the ethereal fellatio is indescribably powerful and could finish you off any other day, today you're determined.
But you know you can't do a thing until your find her. You know you're a slave to her pleasures. You know you have to take whatever she can dish out. She knows this, too, and she's just as resolute as you. The invisible mouth disappears from your member, and for just a moment you think Twilight has given up, but that thought is dashed when the invisible mouth is replaced with two.
You almost faint then and there; the amount of pleasure is impossible. Two sets of lips, two tongues, two marvelous, simultaneous blowjobs. At first, they work in tandem, moving up and down at the same rate, combining their intense stimulations. Soon, though, they shift gears: one is at the tip while the other is at the base. They still move at the same speed, but at opposite ends, ensuring you're always at peak sensitivity. Once Twilight gets bored with that, she moves them at different rates. One is swallowing and then releasing your shaft furiously fast while the other goes excruciatingly slow.
Couldn’teven get this back on Earth! The thought drives you even wilder with lust. You're desperate to get to Twilight, but your legs won't listen. Your brain is overloaded with rapture. Time's pretty much up, too; You can't take any more.
You let out a long, deep moan... and Twilight once again removes all magic from you.
"Fuck!" you scream.
There is no way Twilight is going to pull that again. If you thought you were close before, now it feels like she had you teetering over the edge. The void of satisfaction was crushing down on you, sapping your sanity. The only thing that mattered was release, and you no longer cared how. You had to get to Twilight, but you no longer cared about talking.
You were going to bang her until she screamed for satisfaction.
“I can’t keep doing this, Twilight. I am coming up there and—” Suddenly, the magic returns, but not how you expected.
The hands come back, but you don't really notice. The mouth comes back as well, but that doesn't really concern you. Because on top of that, Twilight has enveloped your dick with an invisible marehood.
Whatever was left of your sanity is gone.
Your hips immediately respond by thrusting against the air. It's not like you're thrusting into nothing, either: there's actual resistance there. The walls that clench your member are powerfully tight, caressing every inch of your hardness in pure rapture. The combination of all Twilight's magical ravishings forces you to your knees.
Your mind is blank, consumed by total ecstasy. You can't think, you can't move, you can't feel anything outside of your manhood. It's your whole world right now, and you wouldn't change it for anything. In reality, you're only able to last several seconds under the onslaught—but it feels like hours.
The best hours of your life.
As you climax, the only thing running through you head outside of the pleasure is gratitude and a sliver of disappointment. Not disappointment with’s Twilight’s actions, but disappointment that you weren’t able to give back.
A few minutes later, you're finally recovering from... whatever it is Twilight just did. Thoughts can actually get through your head now, and the first one is about finding that crazy, horny, unicorn dom.
You stagger to your feet and shake your head, steadying yourself. You then hurry up the rest of the stairs to Twilight's bedroom door. For just a moment, you pause next to the door, but reconsider. Screw knocking, that mare has it coming!
While you're opening the door, you hear a gasp and see a flash of light. You rush into her room, anxiously searching. Your gaze darts back and forth. There's a strong smell pervading the room: the smell of Twilight's musk.
It appears the room is empty, though. You notice the windows to her balcony are open and rush outside. The balcony, however, is vacant as well. You're about to give up and leave when you see you have a great view of the foyer from here; you can see the chair you were in and most of the stairway. You take a step backwards and hear one of your shoes squeak.
That's odd.
Some light is reflecting off of the floor. You squat down and touch the wood...
It's wet.

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                   Night at the Library                    
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Night at the Library
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.

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                   Now Kiss and Mess Up                    
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Now Kiss and Mess Up
A breeze coming in from the window brushes by your face, waking you. You try and move your hand to cover a yawn, but your hand is trapped. Looking over, you see it's attached to the wall by some warped wood.
Awareness slams back into you; you're still strapped to the wall from last night. Your limbs are aching from being held in place for so long, but Twilight was nice enough to provide a pillow and a place for you to lay your head.
As aggressive as she was, she still did the little things. She had an odd way of showing it sometimes, but you think she actually cared for you. Or were you simply imagining it? Were you just a sex object for her? She did leave you up like this overnight, and undoubtedly had less-than-honorable intentions for tonight... but she seemed so sad yesterday when she thought she had disappointed you.
Ow. Brain's starting to hurt. You can't figure out that enigma of a librarian for anything. One thing was clear, though: you'd need to decide what you wanted soon. Either live with Twilight or avoid her. You grunt in frustration. Not an easy decision.
It’s pretty hard to think straight while stuck to the wall, so you start struggling against your bonds.  By some miracle, your right hand breaks free. You stare at it in shock for a moment, then remember Twilight remade the bonds on your hands while in a post-coitus haze. She must have done a shoddy job.
You start pulling at the other wrist and it comes free as well. With your first moment of victory for the day, you smile. Unfortunately, you didn't think about balance. Now that both hands are free, there's nothing holding your upper body against the wall. You whoop in surprise as you fall forward. Miraculously, your feet just slip out of their bonds due to the angle of your fall.
After getting to your feet, the weighty decision comes back. You could go looking for Twilight, or you could take the opportunity to get out of Dodge.
You look to the bedroom door, then to the balcony, and pause. What you really need is time to think. Grabbing your clothes as quickly as you can, you head out to the balcony. It's a short drop onto the grass. With one last look inside, you run off. Sorry, Twilight.
You decide to hang out at the park. Twilight rarely goes out there; she's either at a friend's place or reading at home, so the risk of running into her is minimal.
You pick out a tree and sit under the shade, realizing you haven't had a good chance to just relax in a while. The stress of dealing with, or, to be precise, being dealt with by Twilight has taken its toll.
You wonder what her friends are up to. Haven't seen Rainbow or Fluttershy in a while and the others come by to visit every now and then, but you're honestly not all that familiar with them. You keep to yourself a lot, spending too much time thinking, if you’re honest with yourself. Right now, though, you need sit back and unwind.
You sigh and close your eyes, enjoying the peaceful Ponyville weather, then drift off to a restful sleep.
It's several hours later when you open your eyes. The sun is beginning to set, eliciting some surprise from you. You've spent most the day away from Twilight and the library, much longer than you intended. All this time to yourself, and still conflicted.
You sink your head into your hands. Did you really think the answer was going to come to you just like that?
Standing up, you start a stroll around the park. During your walk, you glance around at the other ponies sharing the field with you. Some are alone, just like you. Some are with family. Some are in pairs, nuzzling each other.
It would be nice to have someone—well, somepony like that. But is Twilight the pony for you?
With most of the day burned away in though, you decide to continue walking until sunset. Maybe it has some answers for you. As the golden orb dips gently behind the horizon, you watch from the top of a nearby hill.
It's just as beautiful as it was back on Earth—maybe even more so. Celestia is quite the artist. You absentmindedly put your thumb over the setting sun, looking into the distance.
Sometimes things look strange when you change perspective.
The sun flashes one last glare at the world, then disappears, leaving the sky to the moon. You lower your hand and sigh.
Your reverie is broken up by a thundering sound coming from behind you. Concerned, you turn around to see Twilight is galloping toward you. You brace yourself; not sure what to expect. She doesn't look angry, though.
She yells your name as she tackles you.
Your attention snaps to her face when you hear sobs: she's crying.
"I was so worried!"
Out of all the things you were expecting, that was not one of them.
She hugs you tight; you can feel her tears dampen your torn shirt. Her tears run freely as she cries, quivering with each sniff. You have to hug her back, and the connection reveals a strong heartbeat throbbing through her thick lavender coat.
"Twilight, what were you so worried about? I just went for a walk."
She attempts a glare at you, though the tears make it hard for her to look intimidating. "Just went for a walk!?" She tries to hit you in the chest with one of her forehooves, but the strike is very weak. "When I saw the wall torn up, you gone without leaving a note, and the balcony door busted open, I thought you had run away for good!"
You run a hand through her mane and down her back, trying to calm her down. Thinking back on it, it was a bit cruel to leave without a trace.
The poor mare is crying a river and you feel terrible; insensitive. There’s no way you can listen to her cry any more. “C'mon, Twi. Chin up. I'm not going anywhere."
She lifts her head from your chest and stares at you. You meet her gaze and put on your best smile. It's in that very moment, both of you speaking through nothing more than a look that you realize you meant every word.
"Let's go home."
That terrible frown she'd been wearing twists into the worst, yet most genuine, smile you've ever seen. She throws her forelegs around your neck.
"Sounds great," she whispers into your ear.
Standing up, you pull Twilight off your chest then crouch down, putting your back to her. "Hop on."
She eagerly jumps up, hooking her forelegs over your shoulders. You grab her back legs and stand up. A weight presses down on your hair as her head rests atop yours. Her candid comfort around you warms you up inside. As she breathes, her throat presses up against the back of your head and her lungs push her stomach into your back. The breaths flow downward, tenderly echoing through your ears.
You walk home like that, listening to her lifebeats, grinning on the inside.
Her tail had been lazily hanging in between your legs, occasionally brushing up against them. The sensation had sent shivers up your spine. Now she's actively swinging it back and forth with the rhythm of your walk.
"You owe me big for getting me all worked up like that."
The guilt pangs back for a moment, but you know she isn’t serious.
"So... why did you run away? Was it something to do with last night? Should I not have left you stuck to the wall?"
“Yes, that is part of it.”
“Okay.” She summons a quill and paper, making a quick note. “What else?”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at her systematic approach to your feelings. “Do you have to take notes, Twi?”
“How else am I supposed to know what to avoid?”
“This isn’t some sort of test. It’s a relationship. You don’t study, you learn from experience.”
“So... we’re in a relationship?”
Realizing what you just said, you blush deeply. “Yes. I suppose we are. But let’s not get off topic. You need to be more considerate.”
“Of...?”
Geez, she really is new to this. “My feelings, Twilight. You can’t just go, for lack of a better word, berserk during sex and just assume I’m okay with it. If you want to control everything, I need to know I can trust you, and you need to be receptive to what I have to say.”
“Mmm-hmm.” You hear further scribblings. “Alright. Feelings. Consideration. Check. Is that all?”
“One thing at a time. Being considerate is a pretty big thing. You should focus on that.”
“You got it!” She puts the quill and paper away, then rests her head back on top of yours.
While her reaction may have seemed cold coming from any other pony, you knew Twilight took her notes very seriously. Approaching a problem methodically was just her way of giving it the attention it deserved.
And it didn’t hurt that she made it adorable.
You feel her weight shift as she pushes up off of your shoulders until her head is filling your vision. She's got 'the look' on. You try to give one back just as good, but end up cracking as smile as well. Giving a giggle, she pulls her head back up and once again settles it down atop yours.
The rest of the walk home passes in silence.
“Alright,” said Twilight, floating a book in front of her, “trust exercises.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Trust exercises?”
“Mm-hmm!” She sets the book down in front of you. “It says here they’re important for, *ahem*, relationships like ours. You said you needed to trust me more, so this would be perfect.”
Leaning back in your chair, you cross your arms. “Okay. So how does it work?”
“Well, you pick some activity that would be difficult to do alone, and then I help you with it. The trick is that I only do exactly what you want me to do. That way, when I’m the one, er, leading in the bedroom, you can trust I wouldn’t do something you wouldn’t enjoy.”
“Sounds simple enough.” You put a hand to your chin and think on it for a minute. “Does the book offer any suggestions on what specific activity we could do? ‘Cause I’m drawing blanks.”
“I could blindfold you and lead you around the library... though I don’t know how well you know it. If you could navigate the area on your own, it kinda defeats the purpose.”
“Hmmm...” You eyes wander around the room, eventually landing on the restroom. For a moment you squint, then smile as an idea comes to you. “How about this: you undress me, blindfold me with my shirt, lead me to your hairbrush, I’ll retrieve it, then you redress me—”
Twilight is looking more and more excited by the prospect as you explain it.
“—but you’re not allowed to do anything sexual.”
Her jubilation dies like an insect crushed under a boot.
“N-nothing? Wh-while you’re naked? And I-I’m in estrus?”
You can’t help but nod with a touch of smugness.
She takes a deep breath and levels her gaze. “Okay. Okay. I think I can do this.” Her eyes dart to your face. “Though you could’ve made it easier.”
“Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose?”
A cute little frown pops up on her face as she pouts, “I guess.”
Stretching your arms, you stand up out of your chair and walk to an open area, giving Twilight some room for error. You set your arms to your sides and close your eyes. “Go for it.”
Although you’re feeling up to it, you could practically hear Twilight’s mental struggles. She lets out an adorable grunt as she fires up her horn. A gentle warmth encompasses your shirt as she attempts to lift it over your head. She hasn’t moved your arms, so a whole lot of nothing is happening.
“Twilight, you have to ask me to move my arms. I’m not doing anything unless you direct me to.”
“Alright, then, could you please move your arms?” There’s a tinge of annoyance in her voice already.
You comply with her request, and she slowly removes your shirt. It’s an odd sensation, having your shirt simply float off. Yesterday, it was rudely torn away by the estrus-crazed librarian. The memory sends shivers up your spine—though they are not shivers of fear.
After securing the shirt over your eyes, Twilight turns her attention to your pants. “Okay, now lift up one leg.” As you do so, you can feel the familiar glow of magic unbutton and lower your pants. Twilight removes them one leg at a time.
Was she doing it sensually on purpose or unconsciously?
Once your boxers are off, Twilight squeezes your hand with magic and guides you forward. Her direction is slow enough for you to almost scuff your feet across the floor.
“H-hokay now, steps.” Her stutter gives away her arousal. You could swear you heard her teeth grind as well.
Too intent on enjoying Twilight’s dilemma, you stub your toe on the first step. “Ah!” Hopping up and down, you cringe and hold the offended foot as it throbs like a bass drum.
“I warned you!” Twilight says with a snort.
I deserved that. “I know, I know. My bad.”
The pain subsides, and you once again lay the foot down, only this time on the first step. Twilight seizes your hand and pulls you up the stairs.
“Hey! I’m sorry, okay!”
“I-it’s n-not that, stupid. I—” A whimper escapes her mouth.
Oh.
You’re rushed to the bathroom, still blind as a bat, and Twilight directs you to her brush. To Twilights behest, you end up rummaging around in several different drawers before finding the right one.
“The middle one, dunce!”
“I can’t tell which one that is!”
“Hmm, I dunno, but I think it’s the one halfway from both the bottom and the top!”
“Yes, but I can’t see where my hands are!”
With a growl, Twilight finally forces your hands onto the handle and you’re able to grab the hairbrush.
“Got it!”
The moment those words leave your lips, Twilight practically drags you out of the bathroom; the pace at which she’s directing you forces you to run down the stairs. Just before you make it back to her, you lose your footing and fall forward, faceplanting with a brutal thud.
“You could be a little gentler, Twilight.”
“I’m so sorry!” She rushes over to you and inspects you for injuries. “Did I hurt anything?”
“Just my pride.”
A thump echoes throughout the library as Twilight falls back on her rump. You turn to see her eyes starting to water and her lip quivering.
“Stupid estrus... I can’t do anything right.”
You sit up and put a hand on her shoulder, but she looks away. “Hey, I know this isn’t exactly easy for you. I’ve never dealt with a mare in heat before and I can’t imagine I’m handling this perfectly.”
“But that’s just it!” She strikes the floor with a hoof. “I’m a grown mare, I should be able to control myself! This isn’t my first estrus season, not by a long shot! And yet here I am, ruining this exercise that was supposed to build trust. How can you trust me when my arousal is getting the best of me?”
“Twilight, would you ever hurt me?”
Her gaze turns to you, desperate and weak. “Never!”
“Do you like me? For things other than sex?”
“Of course!”
Squeezing her shoulder, you reply, “Hold onto that, then. Believe in yourself and focus on the things that really matter to you. And know that I have faith in you, too. I wouldn’t have come back if I didn’t.”
Her face switches from solemn to stern and she nods. “A-Alright. I’ll try.”
You ruffle a hand through her mane and stand up. “How about we finish this exercise? I’m still naked, you know.”
Her blush returns. “Yeah. Right.” She looks around, locating your boxers and bringing them over. “Could you, um, lay on your back and lift up your legs?”
Once you’re in the position Twilight requested, she maneuvers your boxers and pants back on. The familiar warmth of her magic on your skin makes gives you goosebumps.
“Sit up, I’m going to do your shirt now." She unties the shirt from your head, lifting your arms up and slipping the shirt back on. Opening your eyes, you see a intent, sweating Twilight in front of you, her eyes focused on your shirt as she gives it a few last adjustments. You stand up and look yourself over; shirt and pants are on right, no obvious bruises outside of your pride, and she didn’t tear anything, either. You’re a touch impressed.
The poor librarian is wearing a weak grin, perhaps satisfied with her performance?
Her eyes are boring into yours, but you’re unable to maintain eye contact. “Look, Twi, before we can, well, screw again, I’d just like a little time. That’s all. Tomorrow we can do whatever you want, okay?”
Her grin shrivels. “Okay.”
It pains you to speak, but you know you can’t just give in every time she flashes a cute face. “It’s not that simple.”
Her head sinks. “If you really want to wait, I’ll wait.”
You lean forward and kiss her above her horn. “Thanks.”
She looks away, but you see her cheeks tint with red for a moment. Yawning, you look to a window. The sky is black but for dots of stars and the moon’s subtle glow. Shuffling over to the basement, your temporary abode, you give Twilight a weak wave over your shoulder. “I’m hitting the sack. See you tomorrow.”
You trudge down the stairs, smiling at the welcoming bed. It’s been a long day, but a good one. There were many things that needed to be said between you two, and throughout the day, in some way or another, they were. Twilight was still a bit pushy, but you liked that about her. You chuckle at the thought of her treating sex just like she would a checklist; everything exactly as she wanted, with any sort of interruption sending her for a loop.
For the first time in a while, you actually had something to feel confident about. Much of your life had been taken from you when you were thrust into this new world, but now—now things seemed okay. The library seemed so much more welcoming now, and not despite the estrus-crazed roommate, but because of her.
Letting out a deep breath, you close your eyes and sink into the bed, waiting for the sandman to take you. Your plans were interrupted, however, when a fuzzy snout bumps your leg. You roll over to see Twilight at the foot of your bed, hope brimming in her eyes.
You can’t help but roll your eyes and turn back over. “Tomorrow, Twilight.”
She nudges you again, and again you look back to her. “I want to sleep with you tonight.”
“You’ve made that perfectly clear.”
“No! I mean, sleep next to you. Couples do that, right?” Her gaze pleaded.
You swore that one of these days, Twilight would kill you with cuteness. “Alright. Hop in.”
With a squee, she hops onto your bed, curling up against your back. Her coat makes for a surprisingly comfortable backrest, but moreso you enjoyed the company. A bed felt much more cozy when you didn’t sleep in it alone.
You close your eyes again, your thoughts focusing on Twilight’s breathing rhythm. It’s a gentle, soothing beat. One you feel you’ll become familiar with in the coming days. Sleep takes you.
Awareness gradually comes back to you with the sounds of wheezing. Confused, you put a hand over your mouth and nose, but the raspy breathing continues. You sit up and look around, and find your partner lying next to you, her stomach rising and falling with no steady rhythm. Putting an ear to her side, you find not only is she breathing irregularly, she’s as hot as an oven.
“Twilight?” You hastily swing your legs off the bed and walk around the other side to get a good look at her. What you see makes you gasp. “Oh my god...”
Twilight’s eyes are aimlessly darting around the room, bloodshot and unfocused. Her mane and coat are ragged, and her tongue is lolling out of her mouth, parched. As you scan her lower areas, you find her marehood puffy and winking, sitting a literal puddle of her juices. The room is rank with the smell.
She regains some awareness while you’re inspecting her; her eyes stop moving around and focus on you. “Hey, there... I had some trouble sleeping. But you wanted me to wait, so I did.” The corners of her mouth turn up into a smile that had no business being on that face.
You kneel down and hug her tightly, kissing her cheek and forehead. “Oh, no, no, no, Twilight. Good lord, what happened?”
She nuzzles one of your arms, though it’s weak. “I’m okay. Just a little estrus, that’s all.”
Squeezing her close again, you reply, “You are not okay. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Mmmm... are you coming, too?”
“Of course.”
Humming to herself, she rests her head against you. “Good.”
You delicately wrap your arms around her, lifting her off the bed with care. Ponies aren’t exactly light, but you’re strong enough to carry Twilight up some stairs and into the bathroom. She’s dripping the entire journey; you can feel her arousal run down your arm.
Just as gently as you picked her up, you set Twilight down in the tub on her back, exposing her inflamed sex. A hoof wanders down and pokes at it, but, for whatever reason, she decides against it. You adjust the water so it’s warm, then turn it on full blast. The instant the water hits her, you can see some lucidity return to Twilight. Her eyes sharpen and her movement become more deliberate. She’s no longer swinging her hooves around aimlessly, and her gaze darts about the room, evaluating her surroundings.
“You’re coming in too, right?”
“Uhh...” You scratch the back of your head. Even though Twilight had magically enlarged the shower when you moved it, it’d still be a little tight with both of you. “I suppose? If that’s what you want.”
She nods and sits up straight, allow you room to climb in behind her. You hastily remove your clothes and do so. The moment the warm water hits you, your body shivers with surprise. You lie back and enjoy the sensation, bringing you out of your morning daze.
Twilight breaks your reverie as she shimmies her way up your chest, laying her head back on your shoulder. When you look down at her, you see her eyes are much clearer and the expression she wears, a carefree smile, portrays a much different Twilight then you saw on your bed only minutes ago.
Bracing her hindlegs on your knees, she pushes herself further up your body, to the point her nethers reach your member. Then, slowly easing up on her hindlegs, she lets her soaking body slip down, rubbing herself on you. The whole time, she’s gazing directly into your eyes, that gentle smile becoming more and more wanton.
“Sorry, I just—I just can’t help myself. It is tomorrow, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I suppose it is,” you reply with a smile.
“Good.” The next time she pushes herself up your body, she snakes a hoof behind your head and pulls you into a kiss, exploring your mouth with her eager tongue. The kiss breaks as she lets herself slide back down, only to repeat the process again.
You relish the cozy feeling of her coat against your chest and the caress of her sex on your member. Slowly, but surely, your manhood is growing harder. The next time Twilight lifts herself up, she moves her mouth right next to your ear and whispers, “I want your penis in my vagina.”
Her dirty-talk, while anatomically correct, is painful to listen to. “Uh, Twi...”
She interrupts you by seizing your member and squeezing it with a hoof. “I want your penis—” she rubs your manhood over her slit, “—in my vagina.”
Her actions have you speechless. While Twilight’s method of sex talk may be odd to you, it’s perfectly fitting for her. Not only has she re-awakened your libido, but the image of Twilight rudely shoving your member inside herself, using you for pleasure without a second thought...
Your erection is as hard as a rock.
Twilight suddenly releases you and turns your head so she can see your face, which, at the moment, is blank in shock.
“Oh, no! I didn’t go too far, did I? I was too abrupt, wasn’t I? Oh, Twilight, you just couldn’t control yourself! I’m so sorry!” She purses her lips in an exaggerated frown as she hits the side of the tub in frustration. You can’t help but notice her cute blush as well.
“Twilight, hey.” She looks back at you. Putting a hand to her cheek, you say, “I want this. And I trust you. Keep going.”
“R-really? I mean,” the frown disappears and is replaced by a much more suggestive grin, “where was I?” Her attention turns back to your member. “Oh, yes.”
A soft violet glow envelops your shaft as she directs it toward her opening. “I think that’s enough foreplay.” Without further adieu, she unceremoniously shoves your erection inside and immediately begins shifting her hips.
The abrupt pleasure forces you to grunt and close you eyes, throwing you into the sex like submerging your head in a bucket of water. Twilight is showing unbelievable control of her inner walls, coaxing every last inch of your member with pleasure. Using her hips and her leverage on your knees, she’s quickly able to develop a painfully smooth rhythm, making sure to swallow your entire shaft on each downstroke.
Soon, the both of you are panting with arousal, though Twilight is doing all the work. In an effort to shift the balance, you reach downward toward her clit, but your hand is smacked away.
“Just lay back and relax. I’ve got this.”
With that, Twilight speeds up, pushing your endurance even further. Her workings are demanding that you cum, but you put every thought into holding back until she’s satisfied. It’s not long before you hear her start to moan, the pleasure getting the better of her.
You hear a jingle and see Twilight’s horn glowing again; she’s adjusting your position in order to hit her most sensitive spots. Unfortunately for you, this is more than you’re able to stand.
“Twilight, I’m going to—”
She breaks you off. “No, you’re not!” Her horn flashes brighter, and something seizes your shaft. The orgasm that had been charging through you was rudely halted, forcing you to gasp. “I’m not done yet!”
You clench your teeth and squint your eyes shut, enduring the impossible sensations Twilight is putting your manhood under, the slick walls of her sex slipping up and down with immaculate precision. Your orgasm rages against Twilight’s magic barrier, but she continues to slam down on you relentlessly. Your breaths are coming out like an Olympic sprinter’s, powerful and succinct.
She ignores your body’s pleadings for release, though her moans have increased in pitch, something lost upon your sex-addled mind. All you can think about is holding on, preventing your encaged climax from shattering your mind into a million pieces. Sensing her peak, Twilight squeezes her marehood down on you further and throws her head back, eyes wild with rapture.
“Oh, Celestia!”
At that moment, she releases the barrier on your orgasm. The rapture of climax tears through the both of you simultaneously, eliciting a grunt from you and a shriek from Twilight. Stars flicker across your vision as your erection releases into Twilight, whose body readily accepts it.
You collapse onto the floor of the shower, the water still beating on the your exposed parts. Your one-hard member now slips out of Twilight, spurting as it retracts. Your lover lets out a long, deep breath and goes limp as well, landing her head right next to yours. The two of you share a quick kiss, smiling warmly into each others’ eyes.
It occurred to you, for just a moment, that this was a terrible way to clean up.