Love After a While

by Six

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character
Length: 10881

Pic the painter is deeply in love with Twilight, and he wants to show his appreciation for her with an outing. But little does he know that Twilight has her own 'surprise' planned, and unbeknownst to them both--they clash.

Pictor the painter has had a deep infatuation with Twilight for a long time, and Twilight has felt the same about him for almost the same amount of time. Although, unbeknownst to both of them, they have plans that conflict. Whilst Pic's outing is very much something calm, Twilight's plan in not so 'chilled', and as such an inevitable misunderstanding ensues.

This is a story that mainly focuses on love and the misconceptions and troubles that arise around it, as well as a little light hearted corniness here and there. However, it also includes elements of comedy [I hope] and some minor sad moments. Although it mostly contains romance [and glorious sex pertaining to the picture of the story] though.

Special thanks:
-To BigMacDavis for helping me on segments of this story!
-To steffy-beff and the truly fantastic piece of art that takes the cover for this story!

A/N: This is my first attempt of clop, so honest critique is very welcome [despite my nervousness]! But if you don't like it then--ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD...

Published 2013-04-09 18:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-09 18:50:02 UTC

Teacher's Pet

The gentle breeze caressed Pictor the unicorn’s body from mane to tail; the orange and red fiery mane flowing behind his movements, and the cooling air finding its way through his tawny coat to touch the sensitive skin below. Although, not to the degree that he was expecting, due to the mild weather being as scheduled—a pleasant surprise. The weather team’s fickle captain, Rainbow Dash, was known to him for slacking off to take a nap. This would let the clouds drift, and aimlessly clump together. However, she would nearly always make a boisterous race of the clean-up operation; even putting in a few tricks now and then to entertain the foals, and hopefully, the adults as well. But not this day, no, the sky was clear; this day was going to be perfect.

As he made his way through Ponyville at a leisurely pace, Pictor—or ‘Pic’, as everyone called him for short—allowed his gaze to drift across the scenery, whilst his mind filled with the thoughts of the day ahead. The grass gracefully swayed in the wind, and Celestia's sun filled the surroundings with grace and substance. The coggled ground, heated to comfort by its rays let his steps fall with no complaint. That is, it would if Ponyville didn’t have cobbled roads, harsh and loud things they were. Although a necessity, the clacking of hooves still provided his only disturbance to the serene scenery. The noise would be welcome on a another day perhaps—a painter’s worst enemy, and sometimes, favorite friend, as he thought. It depended upon the mood of the world around him; it depended upon his mood, and whether he liked it.

But generally the scenery filled him with pleasant thoughts, and it reminded him of his little quest: to happen to have enough food in his picnic basket for two, and to just see the library and think that Twilight would appreciate a lunchtime meal. It would go just as he planned, or at least that’s what he kept on telling himself. He would reach the library and Twilight would not have any other obligations, and when they found a lovely, peaceful spot, he would confess his feelings for her, hopefully having them returned. Of course, Pic would have to first garner the courage to open his mouth, which unfortunately clenched shut from anxiety in such situations.

Even more worrying, the regularly occurring sensation of butterflies in his stomach made themselves noticeable as he drew closer to the library. Damn things, they always got in his way. Always there, ruining things when there’s someone that he’s interested in.

But not this time, he hoped. This time it would go well, and all he had to do was adhere to the plan.

Everything he was doing was for her. All he had to do was hold onto that thought, and remember that the worst she could do was turn him down with those alluring, captivating eyes; along with that gentle, caring smile—no hint of spite, nor vindictive maliciousness within either of them. He was sure that they would be friends despite how today turns out, and that thought gave him the courage to shoo away those pesky, nervous butterflies threatening to contort his stomach.

It was as that moment that Pinkie Pie appeared from around the corner, hoping as always, and anyone who didn’t know her wouldn’t think anything was out of place. But Pic knew better, and Pinkies’ hop was indeed different from normal. That is, if one can ever call Pinkie ‘normal’. Her springs reached a greater height than usual, and each one seemed to be filled with a pure elation that only she seemed to posses.

Noticing Pic, she made her way over. Apparently, according to her gleeful face, there’s something in need of being said, and she intended to say it despite any complaints from Pic. Not that he would give any. He and Pinkie had become firm friends since he started to hang around the library more in the hopes of seeing more of Twilight. Which, in time, lead Twilight’s inner circle of friends to become close and take a liking towards Pic—something that everyone involved enjoyed and cherished.

“Hey, Pic!” Pinkie shouted from a distance, gaining glares from ponies within her nearby vicinity, before turning back to their work after the pink pony had past by, still hopping along. One she had closed Pic down to a reasonable distance, Pinkie resumed, “Hey, hey, hey, Pic. You’ll never guess where I’ve been!” She enthusiastically challenged, followed by a giggle.

“The Library?” Pic responded stoically, trying not to give in the pony's infectious joy.

Pinkie’s mouth dropped open in wonder, “Can you read minds?! Oh, oh, what am I thinking? Come on, I’ll try super hard to hide it! That would be super duper amazing if you could! Imagine it, a mind reading pony... You could—”

“Woah, woah. Hold up Pinkie, I can’t read minds... And frankly if I could, I wouldn’t read yours; it would be too much I think,” Pic giggled, “but seriously, you just came from down that road, and you’re normally only so hyper after you’ve either met with your friends, or you’ve eaten a cake bigger than yourself. It’s only the reasonable conclusion...”

Pinkie lifted her hoof to her chin in thought, “Reason and logic: my old nemesis... Buuuuuuut, okie dokie, if you say so!”

“Right. So what were you doing there again?” Pic queried.

“Well, I didn’t start to tell you in the first place, but that’s not the point—I can’t tell you anyway, even if I wanted to; I Pinkie promised!” Pinkie exclaimed, before leaning in to say, “and nopony breaks a Pinkie promise.”

“The very idea Pinkie! Why, it’s absurd!” Pic declared, with a hint of playful sarcasm.

“I know, right?!” Pinkie agreed, not catching the sarcasm whatsoever, “especially me,” Pinkie gasped in shock, “why if I were to break a Pinkie promise it would cause the namesake—myself— to be fallible, and that would be mutually exclusive to the notion that a Pinkie promise could not be broken; hence creating a feedback loop that could in turn create a cataclysmic paradox via a crux singularity that might possibly destroy existence as we know it! Great Scott, the thought is horrific... ”

“Pinkie, I doubt that—”

“You doubt nothing, I cannot be fallible!”

“Okay, so I don’t need to know what you were doing at the library—”

“Nope, see ya later, Pic!” And with that, she was off again. Forget the paradox, that pony is a crux in herself.

Baffled, as many are after encountering that certain pony, Pic resumed his crucial journey; a journey that at the moment seemed to be the moment his life had lead up to. Although he realised it wasn’t, as Pic didn’t believe in fate. However, he couldn't help but feel slightly terrified, as if this were to fail then nothing would be the same. Perhaps, he mused, that was fate; the point of no return when something is so important that one cannot conceive its failure.

The library approached even closer from the distance, every step ringing out in his mind. Pic’s newfound courage put to the test with every step he took. He was just a few feet away now, and he could feel a lump form inside his throat as he paused his steps to survey the large tree. He’d visited this place many times before, whether it be to spend time chatting with Twilight, or to catch up on his latest reading, but he knew this time was different. The thought of himself standing here, knowing he was just mere minutes away from asking Twilight to be his—the reality of it all made him exhilarated, but worried.

Pic raised his hoof to the door, he was not going to allow himself to falter now, and whether his body liked it or not, he knew this is what he wanted.

Pic licked his lips, swallowed the lump in his throat, took a long, deep breath, and tapped on the door three times.

No response.

He raised his hoof again, knocking on the door with more force begotten from urgency.

Still no response.

Strange, he thought, normally she would call out to invite whomever it was inside. Especially if she knew he was coming around, an observation that delighted Pic. Her silence was strange then. That and the library sign clearly read 'open'.

So what was up then? He thought. But just then he noticed something: the door had been pushed open slightly by his knocking. Stranger still, the door would have had to of been left off the latches. Had Pinkie, in her hurry, left the door open? Or was there other reasons? The thought piqued his interest, and as such he dared nudge the door open further to reveal a strangely darkened library, with only a crackling fire to illuminate its walls.

Carefully nudging the door open enough for him to walk through the threshold, Pic shyly peeked inside to look around. But he found nothing out of place, and so he stepped into the library.

But before he could fully get his bearings, the door shut suddenly, accompanied by a small jingling sound as the library's availability sign went from ‘open’ to ‘closed’.

The suddenness, and strangeness of it all rekindled his dying flames of worry. Not only had the library been left in a state of just weirdness, but Twilight was also nowhere to be seen; the latter of the two worrying him, by far, the most. Where in Tartarus was she? After all, hadn’t Pinkie just visited her?

Surely she wouldn’t have anything to do with this. Right?

However, before his thoughts could drift any further into franticness, a small cough emerged from the staircase. The figure, even in such dim light, became instantly recognisable as Twilight leaning against the frame of the door leading to the upstairs. Her legs crossed over one another, her purple coat gleaming, and her flowing, silky mane glowing dimly in the fire’s light. Twilight’s entire demeanour demanded his gaze, and he certainly had no qualms in supplying his end of that particular bargain.

But something was off. Somethings to be more precise: her eyes and torso. Her eyes—as captivating and easy to look at as always—were gleaming more than usual; were those glasses? The fur of her breast ended abruptly at her collar; some the coat ever so slightly spilling over what seemed to be a shirt, or blouse, that apparently seemed to be a couple of sizes too big.

The getup, accompanied by Twilight’s voluptuous—yet amorous—smile provided an extremely titillating and inviting display to anyone inclined towards mares.

However, Pic proceeded with the plan in ignorance, still oblivious to the blatant display.

“S—so, I was just walking by, and I—uhh... thoughtyoumightwanttogocatchsomelunch?”

Twilight’s eyelids lowered into something that could only be perceived as a ‘come hither’ look.

“Well, I’m certainly hungry for something alright...”

Pic let out a sigh of relief, “Oh great! W—well, where do you want to go? Outside? Inside somewhere?”

“Hmm, that sounds delightful. Inside ‘somewhere’—certainly. But why not right here?”

“Well, that’s okay, I guess... I just thought you might want some fresh air?”

Twilight’s advance halted; now a close enough distance for Pic to see Twilight’s face flush slightly pink. “Pic! T-that’s... forward. But don’t you think we should keep this private?”

Pic raised an eyebrow. “Well, yeah, but it would be private outside as well, surely. Although here sounds fine! If we are though, we’re going to probably have to light this place up a little; it’s cosy, sure. But how are we gonna see our food if we don’t get some light in here?”

“Well, we could go on instinct, ” Twilight said, now continuing her advance.

“Instincts? Food-eating instincts? Well, I don’t know... we might have trouble eating this chocolate cake I brought if we do,” he said, giving a small chuckle.

Twilight—now merely a couple of lengths away—halted her approach again, only this time it was not in shock, it was in sadness.

Looking down at the floor with her eyes closing fully, Twilight’s posture slouched, and her ears flattened; all displaying the mannerism of disappointment. But truly she was devastated.

Tears started to well up in Twilight’s eyes. Sobs threatened to make themselves heard, and her throat—tightening in an attempt to quell them—ultimately failed as she slumped to the floor, futile, in submission to her despair.

Pic stood there, in shock. “What was wrong? Did he do something wrong? What was it?!” He thought. Were his advances too fast? Or... or were they too slow?

That was when it struck him as to how he could be so thick.

“How can he salvage this, is it even salvageable?” Those were the thought going thought his mind.

“Yes.” But salvage wasn’t the right term; it implied manipulation, and working the situation to one’s own advantage. “No, she deserved nothing less than the truth.” He resolved.

Putting his hesitation in aside, he levitated off his saddlebags, and set them down beside him. Unencumbered, he could now freely kneel down. There were no words needed for the submissive gesture to display its meaning; showing—even unconsciously—that he only thought himself as at Twilight’s level, at the most. Now flat on his stomach, with his legs tucked underneath him, he laid, with his chin flush to the library floor—gazing into the space where Twilight’s eyes would be, were they not covered by her mane.

Breathing softly—letting the air tickle her snout—he lent forward a little and ‘booped’ her nose gently with his, in what to Twilight was something quite unexpected.

It wasn’t much physically, but it then it wasn’t a physical manoeuvre.

Using his magic to uncover her right eye, looking deep into it to reinforce his sincerity, he whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have seen it, and I’m such an idiot for not...” Pic gave her a slight smile, “and I realise that after this you might not want this; I know I would never dream of taking advantage... And I just want to give you the choice.” Kissing her gently on the nose, he followed, “You’re amazing Twilight. You really are. I just want tell you that before you make your decision; it’s all up to you...”

Twilight sniffed, and she lifted her hoof to wipe the tears from her eyes. “Really? You mean that?”

“Every word.”

“Wow...” Twilight whispered, “I—I don’t know what to say I—NO! Scratch that, I know exactly what to say.” She moved the hair away from her eyes; the magic easily peeling off the hair sticking to her face. Then she took a deep, shaky breath, “I want you, Pic; more than anything. It’s just... I’m nervous. And when I get nervous I make these plans; and then when everything doesn’t go as planned, I feel so helpless.”

“I know, Twilight, it’s okay.”

Seeing this as her opportunity to continue, Twilight decided to let it all out, “I didn’t know what to do, and when I looked to the books, they all said different things! Some would tell me to take it slow; to respect your space; and to let you make the first move, stating that stallions tend to get skittish around things like this. But so do mares! Others would tell me to make an advance, but, if I do, I have to make sure you’re ready. How in Tartarus am I going to do that?! I can’t read minds!” Twilight was now fully into her rant about ineffective dating advice from books; the passion driving away the past few minutes of the emotional rollercoaster that previously threatened to lose control.

Pic kissed Twilight’s nose again to sooth her temper. “Yeah... that would be silly. In fact, that reminds me: what was Pinkie doing here?”

Twilight looked at Pic for a moment as if she were dazed, before very slowly and deliberately blinking like he grew another head. “Oh yeah, I remember!” She giggled, “Actually, it’s kinda silly...”

“I want to know.”

“Really?”

“Yeah... A chance to understand anything that Pinkie does is something no one should pass up!” Pic chuckled, “Y’know, if you do, I’ll tell you what she said when I ran into her on the way here...” He gave her a playful nudge, “So, what do you say? Fair trade?”

Twilight let out a laugh in response; her previous glow, and strength returning. “Oh, I suppose I could... for you.” Returning a wink in exchange for the nudge.

“Believe it or not, it was a normal morning before she showed up.”

“Oh, I do believe you. And believe me when I say I believe that you should.”

Twilight poked her tongue out again. “Well, it all started when I woke up this morning...”

***

I woke up in the morning, quite early actually, and I was feeling refreshed after that good long cl—cup of lovely warm milk. Ehem... Anyway, milk always gives me bad breath—that and the morning doesn’t help. So I opened up the window to let in some fresh air. It was then that I saw Pinkie hopping over to the library. Which was strange, as she doesn’t normally come around here much, unless it’s to find a new baking book. Even so, she still had a good couple of days to go on that rental, which got me wondering enough to make myself presentable.

When I finally made my way down to the library floor, I expected her to be there. But obviously that was too much to ask on my part, because she jumped out from behind me because she thought I needed a ‘good ol’ wake-up prank’. I didn’t, if I’m honest. But the thought was there!

As it turns out, bakery books weren’t to be on the agenda—instead she had something else to tell me pertaining to her Pinkie sense. Obviously, as you said, I jumped at the opportunity to learn something new about the notorious ‘Pinkie sense’, and anyone with any sense of learning would do the same! I mean, who knows? She could be the answer to the universe, or something!

Yes! I know I’m going off on a tangent! Are you going to let me finish or not? Good...

As I was saying. I went off to get some writing materials, but she said it wouldn’t be necessary. I insisted, of course.

Armed with paper and pad, she started. “Weeellll, it all started with that legend of the ‘Dragon Breath Bagel’. I was reading that book you gave me on the pastry myths, when I—on a completely unrelated note to the previous subject—thought of that guy that you’ve been seeing recently!”

“I haven’t be ‘seeing him...”

“Of course you have, silly. You have eyes, don’t you?”

“Well, yes... Okay, never mind; forget I said anything! What about him?” I said.

“When I started thinking about him, and how he’s been visiting you so often, I got this new sense-thingie-tingle. First my ears, then my unmentionables. Of course, the last one was super duper, and I’m not even sure if there was anything that came after that. Wait... yes. Yes there was...”

Yes that is what she meant! Stop interrupting, I’m nearly done.

Anyway, after she went into a little more detail about what exactly that sense entailed; both for her and what, as she thought, its symbolic meaning was. In other words, she dropped the bombshell, as it were.

***

“What was it?” Pic asked.

“Well, why don’t I show you?” Responded Twilight, putting on enough of an evocatively seductive tone to arouse the now sternly founded proposition on what Twilight—and now Pic—intended for them both.

Now sure, and now convinced that this wouldn’t be a wholly lustful endeavour, and certainly in his mind not a whim, he gave a hungry grin, “Please, Ms. Twilight. I need to be taught a lesson I think...”

“Hmm, yes... I think you do. After all, you weren’t prepared for this test!

“No ma’am, I wasn’t...”

“So what to do? Detention? No, that’s too easy... Ah, I have it! You’re going to retake the test: effective immediately.”

“Aww, do I have to!” Said pic, pouting.

“Yes, and I expect you to provide an in-depth report at the end!”

Twilight and Pic looked at each other for a moment before simultaneously bursting into laughter so full that they couldn't help but slump to the floor and roll around, “This is so corny,” coughed out Twilight between laughs.

“Yeah... But Sister’s damn me if I’m not liking it...” Smirked Pic, which made Twilight blush ever so slightly.

“I know what you mean...”

They stopped rolling around, and the position that they ended up in couldn’t have been better for either of them. Because in their laughter they managed to position themselves lengthways side-by-side to each other, which removed the awkward approach that would inevitably ensued had they not.

“Pic,” Twilight said, with a flush, “I’ve wanted this for so long... I can hardly believe that you would want to...”

Pic lifted his hood up to Twilight’s chin to make sure they were looking into each other’s eyes, before saying, “Of course I do, Twilight. Truth be told I’ve wanted this as well, but now that we’re here, together, I have no idea how to go on. I’m nervous that I’ll let you down; and I’m worried that I can’t satisfy you without... uhh... any experience.”

Twilight looked back at Pic with no hint or sign that she thought less of him for this revelation. “Well, if you’re implying what I think you’re implying, then I’ll have to tell you that I’m a virgin too. So I suppose this will be the ‘best time’ for the both of us,” Twilight chuckled.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I mean, this is something that should be done in love, right? And I certainly—” Pic was cut off by a sudden kiss from Twilight, and he instantly forgot about what he was intending to say within the swirling bliss of the passionate embrace.

Rolling him over with firm force, she pinned him to the floor below her; panting with anticipation. “Don’t finish that... not yet.” But before he could utter another syllable, his jaw was always occupied.

Twilight pressed into him; almost relentlessly. But she wasn’t out of her mind, and she knew and wanted him to push back—for the conformation she needed.

She didn’t have to wait long, however. After the immediate shock caused him pause to start with, it only made the passion deeper; only made him melt into the kiss further than he thought one could go. If he could seep into her chest, he would. But alas he would have to make do with only the soft, velvety, fur of her breast. For now.

Their tongues, albeit inexperienced, still danced. It would appear to be, on observation, more improvisation than scheduled routine to anyone who bore witness to them. Both mouths searching out the other; tasting and seeking the full extend of the other’s palette of flavour. Twilight’s tongue, lightly feathered his lips before launching into a full-on attack on his teeth; pushing and feeling every bump, nook, and crevice. For her it’s been too long. Too long in the waiting for this moment; too long wondering what it might be like; too long since she so wonderfully underestimated something. Too long for her no longer: she knew that she certainly wanted this.

And for him. Well, he was just happy to be there.

Unfortunately though, neither of them had the time to intake a larger breath of air; so they had to ‘come up’ for some more.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, you said it, Twi.”

“Okay, well there was no chance my books could have prepared me for that. It defies explanation, other than—”

“Other than you want more?”

“Oh, so much more.” Pic interrupted.

Twilight gave barely a moment's notice before she drew them both back into the fray; picking up where she left of, Twilight resumed the eager exploration of his mouth. Only this time she searched out his tongue to drive into submission.

Twisting, pressing, and even just a grazing touch at times: the kiss lessened from the frenzied pace of only a few moment ago. Now they both just wanted to feel each other’s presence.

Withdrawing back from the kiss slightly—untangling her tongue from his—Twilight allowed herself to submit to his advances of curiosity; permitting everything that she had done to him, should he want; and more, should he be willing to take it. But she was surprised when he only decided to trace her lips with his tongue, before tickling them with his, nibbling on her lower-lip slightly to finish before parting himself.

“What, don’t you want to be a little more forceful? It’s totally fine, after all, I was forceful with you, and I’m not about to commit a double-standard here...”

“I know you’re not, Twi. But honestly, I don’t want to. I’m not sure if I could be anything other than gentle.”

“I’m not made of porcelain, Pic.”

“I know. But it would make me uncomfortable if I hurt you.”

Twilight looked at him with surprise; today was a day for surprises it seemed, and he still remained an enigma she needed to solve. “What did I do to deserve you, Pic?”

“Nothing; that’s what makes you so beautiful.”

Twilight’s mouth opened a little in awe; she never thought that something could, or would, say something like that out of a romantic novel. Although she took control of herself for long enough from her position straddling him to launch into a hug and say “thank you” at a volume barely above a whisper.

Pic chuckled, returning the hug by holding her as close as he could. “Hey, want me to finish yet?”

Twilight looked back up, meeting his eyes barely an inch away from his muzzle, “Not yet.”

“So, what now?”

Twilight winked, “I let you show me.” She said, before teleporting them both to her bed without hesitation.

The room laid silent; bathed in the soft glow that permeated through the drawn curtains. Like the floor below there was no sign of Spike. Where, and what he was doing was unknown to Pic, but if Twilight had the opportunity to make herself ready like this—be ready to do this—then the chances are she sent him away.

Pic—not waiting to fulfil her wish—slid on top of his her, looking deep into her purple eyes that still captivated him. Pic loved those eyes, loved staring into them, getting lost in the sparkles that seemed to dance near the iris. Twilight’s eyes were like sponges, soaking in Pic’s ceramic-like facial expressions—especially the mischievous grin splashed across his face. Twilight rose up to meet his lips, and the pair shared a sweet, soft peck, before Pic withdrew himself out of her reach.

“You’re such a tease!” Twilight said, feigning frustration, before looking at him and beginning to pout playfully. But it wasn’t so playful to Pic, whose nether regions started to swell with desire and anticipation. Her arousal now made itself known with the slick juice rubbing onto him whenever they would draw close enough, and her scent wafting up into his nostrils, priming, igniting his instincts with desire. All of this, coupled with the intimate setting of the bedroom would make sure he would be ready.

But, not yet; that would be too soon.

Twilight moaned softly as he accidently, but not unwelcomely, grazed across her marehood; her response drawing a chuckle from Pic.

“What’s so funny?” Twilight asked, but she got no answer in return. Pic—with a deadpan face—drew himself up, before he suddenly started to tickle Twilight’s sides, making the purple unicorn squirm. Twilight kicked the covers away as her partner assaulted her sides with his hooves. Pic quickly pounced down on his partner and started to rub his body against Twilight’s.

“Ah, Twilight, I just love the way you squirm and giggle.”

Twilight chuckled and started to rub her hooves up and down Pic’s back, caressing his fur, tracing his frame. Her hooves dropped lower to the stallion’s flank, pulling him close, brushing her muzzle around her ear; whispering sweet somethings into it playfully.

Slowly, Pic leaned down and kissed Twilight on the lips and then trailed his own lips down her body, caressing her soft, purple fur in places with tiny pecks and nibbles.

Twilight felt the tingles on her skin form from Pic's kisses. She knew where his kisses were heading, and her nether regions began aching with desire at the thought.

When Pic reached her soft, smooth mound, he kissed in tight circles right above the beginning of her slit that molded perfectly into her body. Her mound was as hot as his lips connected to it, and Twilight's lips elicited softly with, "Oh Pic, wow, that feels so—hmmmmm!"

The sound of her pleasure was not lost on Pic, and he wondered with delight at what Twilight’s words would be when she would begin feeling his warm, wet tongue slide over her puffy labia. Not only that, he was actually very curious on what Twilight's vagina was going to taste like; he would hear from fellow stallions as they would talk about their mare’s taste.

Pic looked down at Twilight's marehood. It was beautiful—her purple velvet folds, looking wonderfully smooth, giving proportion to her clit on the top and hiding her pink insides in the middle.

In one swift sweep, Pic took his hoof and traced the contour of Twilight's erotic lips. Coming back up with the very tip of his hoof, he felt the warm fluid coat the bottom part of his hoof as he slid up through her divide, caressing her inner pinkness until he almost touched the tiny cluster at the top. He did not touch it, however—that would come later.

Or rather, right now, as it was too tempting for Pic to pass up. Twilight’s clit was now fully showed. It was so small, so pink, and just so hard; it was calling out to be sucked. Who was he to deny that?

Pic looked up at Twilight and noticed her eyes had a bit of moisture in them and her mouth hung open a little. She was thoroughly enjoying what he was doing. He was ready to give her more—a lot more—and he smiled in knowing exactly what he would do.

Pic slowly lowered his head back down and wrapped his lips around Twilight’s clit and began sucking on it softly, slow at first, and then at a more rapid pace—but still, as always, remaining gentle. Twilight’s abdomen shook for a second from this new touch, and she let out a long sigh.

“Ohhh, Pic... that’s...” Pic hummed into Twilight’s clit as he continued sucking on it.

Slowly, he flicked his tongue over it. As he did, Twilight jerked her body in ecstatically; arrhythmic and emotional.

"Mmm, you taste good, Twi," he said as he looked at her. Her glasses now slightly hung askew, with her tongue poking out slightly—her eyes closed. Pic smiled as he lowered his head and resumed his work. He licked her entrance a few more times, darting his tongue inside for another taste every now and then. He slowly circled inside her, doing exactly what he thought would feel good to her. Of course, nothing truly felt bad to Twilight at that moment—although he could certainly endeavour to maximise what he could.

Pic ran his tongue slowly, even agonisingly slowly, up through her folds; the clear slickness that had escaped out of it hang upon his tongue. Whenever the tip would enter her hot opening, the touch of his tongue tickling upon its softness caused Twilight shiver and moan. Pic twisted his tongue inside her hot pink entrance, and it would grip in a futile effort to catch Pic’s quick, agile muscle.

Suddenly, Twilight arched her body, grunted a whimper that resembled a lioness growling, and she began to quiver. He was going to make her cum.

Pic might have been inexperienced, but it doesn’t take much to know that Twilight was in the midst of teetering over the edge. He raised a hoof to tickle a stiff teat, caressingly it lightly as to send stimulating shocks through her in a previously unknown, and unique, way. Quickly he drove his snout as close as he could; pressing his nose into her privates in an effort to remove any and all free space for the tongue which now wiggled, squirmed, and pulsed within Twilight to ensure she went over that edge. The shock of the sudden action only fanned the flames of excitement.

It worked.

Pic’s ‘surprise’—although bold, and lacking much grace—drove Twilight crazy. While previously Twilight panted, squealed, and groaned, she couldn’t help but be driven to silence as the intense pleasure shot up her body. Twilight was stunned in place with her mouth hanging open and her eyelids quivering. Only the slight spasms of orgasm gave any life to the otherwise absent body occupied with only the experience of the pleasure.

Pic looked up from between her legs to see Twilight’s chest rising heavily, and the bold blush bridging across her face to accent the sweat covering her brow.

“Are you alright, Twi?” Pic asked.

“A—a...alright? That... that’s the understatement of the century there... Wow.” Barely responded Twilight.

“So, have you had enough?”

“No way.”

Twilight opened her eyes, or rather, she opened them half-way, and gave Pic a glazed look that he swore could make a rock blush.

“I have to get you back, after all... you’re here for extracurricular activities.” Said Twilight.

“Yes miss. Right away miss.” Eagerly responded Pic.

“Well, why don’t you climb up onto the bed, and get comfortable? Help things out.” Twilight advised.

“My pleasure.”

Pic moved himself off from the end of the bed, and positioned himself next to Twilight. Once he wiggled up and got comfortable enough, Twilight stuck her tongue out playfully before moving down to occupy Pic’s former spot at the foot the bed.

“Well,” continued Twilight in a salacious voice; laying on the ‘lusty mare’ voice thickly, “you’ve done well so far, an ‘A’ for sure. But I can’t have you doing everything—that’s just no fun...”

Slowly she crawled up the bed; every movement placed to roll off her body and give the impression that she was stalking him. Which, incidentally, wasn’t too far off, as he did have something she needed. As she moved she unbuttoned the rest of her shirt with her magic, allowing her purple fur to show.

Pic swore that, like everything about her, it shone in the dim light. Her sweat certainly aided with that, but it wasn’t just her fur that he thought he was looking at. Every time he would see Twilight, whether it be walking down the street, or just them reading together on a cold night, he would swear that the light bounced off to give an almost angelic appeal. Of course, he never mentioned this before—why would he? Up until now their feelings for eachother were still in the shadows. But now the luminescence seemed brighter, and more appealing, than ever.

That and Twilight just radiated sexiness. Even without the unbuttoned shirt a couple of sizes too big, and the glasses that seemingly magnified every lustful look she gave.

Pic’s shaft now protruded fully from his sheathe; his balls tightened against him with the anticipation of the attention he knew he was going to receive. His shaft lifting off of his person to hang in the air, throbbing, pulsating, and dribbling pre-cum ever so slightly downwards across his flat head.

Twilight kept moving, inching up towards him at an almost agonizing pace. Maybe the attention Pic gave her stemmed the tide of lust, but she made it obvious that she intended to let it crack with her advanced. Although, not before she teased him slightly; they had waited so long for this, and neither party had raised any complaints on adhering to the roleplay. They thought that they might as well make it memorable for more than just one thing.

Finally she reached a close enough distance for Pic to feel her breath tickling his balls; and even his anus to a lesser degree. Honestly, he never really gave serious thought to that kind of play before that moment, but her breath over that, his balls, and his throbbing length—it certainly piqued his interest to some experimentation. That is, if this all goes well. But something told Pic that Twilight wouldn’t be up to being so adventurous on her maiden night; even if she was covering her nervousness well.

Closing into his privates, Twilight nudged his balls with her nose to caress the skin lightly enough to send a shiver up Pic’s spine. Then, moving away so that her nose was only an inch away, she took in deep breaths to fill her nostrils with the smell his musky scent; blowing the air out again in a steady steam to tickle his throbbing shaft with the contrast of temperature.

If Pic weren’t so absorbed by Twilight’s rapt attention of his cock, then the chances are that he would have be gasping to the ceiling before she started.

But he couldn’t look away. He would have bet one hundred bits that she studied for this, but even so, this kind of passion couldn’t be read: it was instinctual. That just made Pic’s heart beat faster, and the faster it went, the harder his dick got with the beat.

Twilight moved up his shaft, softly blowing air over his length with agonising slowness. Finally, she reached his head; the place where he craved the attention most. Twilight repeated the procedure over the tip of his penis, taking longer, harsher breathes; she was smelling his pre-cum, and the wait implied a savouring for more.

Suddenly, Twilight looked up; stared right into Pic’s eyes, before sticking out her tongue and running along his head to catch every drop of the liquid that had already shown itself.

The shock of the move made Pic intake a sharp breath of air, before letting it out in a staggered sigh.

“Twi, more. Please... O—oh wow...”
Twilight obliged.

She ran her tongue over his head a few times more; swirling it around the perimeter before pressing into the centre. Pic would never have thought that something as seemingly little would cause him so much pleasure. But then again, it was the how, and not necessarily the what that was so damned arousing to him.

Finishing, Twilight drew her tongue back into her mouth; savouring the taste on her pallet before swallowing the rest— of what little of it that hadn’t been smeared over the insides of her mouth—down her throat.

“Hmm... I like it. Strange, it’s milder than what my books said, and sweeter too... Still, I haven’t had enough of a sample yet to affirm that hypothesis. Do you want to help me with that?” Twilight inquired with a cheeky smile.

“Uh... yes.” Pic tried to keep a deadpan look, but the corners of his smile betrayed both his amusement at her still inquisitive nature, and his excitement to aid her.

“Hehe, okay, big guy.” Twilight bent down to run her tongue up his sharf one more time, before reaching his head and engulfing his entire tip around her lips; swirling her tongue over his head to amplify his pleasure.

She started to rotate her head, so that with her lips, mouth, tongue, and the added friction would work in tandem to make it the best for Pic. It worked. Pic had never had something like this done to him before, just as he suspected that Twilight hadn’t.

Twilight worked hard, and she clearly attempted to bring any and all of the practices that she learnt from her books into fruition. She would slow her motion to increase attention on the ministrations of her tongue, before moving onto a more ‘forceful’ approach, where she would use the in-and-out motion to stimulate Pic.

Either way, her spit added a shiny coat of saliva to his throbbing member; and the rising flow of the pre-cum started to dribble down his shaft to mingle with other juices. He was close, and Twilight knew that he couldn’t hold out for too much longer. But honestly, she didn’t want him to. She had became desperate for him to release his hot seed down her throat, which led her onto something thats he knew would get him to fold.

Lighting up her horn, she started to use a small magic thendral to lightly tickle his anus, whilst using her hoof to cup his balls to roll them around a little.The startling act, as expected, caught Pic’s attention, and he drew his attention away from his intentional absent-minded wallowing in pleasure to focus his eyes on hers. Taking this as her opportunity to strike, Twilight kept her eyes on his as she slowly lowered him into her throat; taking as much of his satisfying length into her clenching gullet as she could before deciding that it was all that she could safely take. Working her tongue on the bottom of his shaft, she continued to clench and squeeze his cock until he could no longer keep eye contact under the intense pleasure.

Breaking the eye contact, Pic stared off into the wall behind Twilight with his mouth wide open, glazed eyes, and a steady throaty groan as he plastered his entire, hot load over the back of Twilight’s mouth; trying not to buck as the steady streams of cum seeped down into Twilight.

Twilight swallowed when necessary, but she didn’t need to as she made sure to align his member away from her trachea. Which meant she could allow it to flow down into her, in what, she noted, was a wonderfully blissful experience.

Pic unloaded stream after stream of cum into Twilight, and she swallowed every single drop as it came. Thinking his load was exhausted Twilight drew his shaft out fully, only to have one last spurt of cum shoot over her glasses.

Twilight let out a little squeal of shock before smiling and licking up some of the cum as it dribbled down close enough to her lips. Now confident that he actually was exhausted this time, she engulfed the tip of his head with her lips, so as to lick off the remanent dribbles of cum.

Taking herself off of him for the second time, Twilight laid her head on his leg, looking up at him whilst fondling his balls under her hoof.

“So, the results are in, and I have enough empirical data to confirm my hypothesis...”

“A-and?” Pic asked disconnectedly, still recovering from his amazing high.

“It’s good. The ‘main sample’ displayed an amplified taste and texture; all in all: would do again,” Twilight chuckled before winking and sticking out her tongue. “Well, are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” Pic respond with a quizzical expression.

“Round two, of course,” Twilight smiled.

“Huh, you want to go again?”

“Well duh, us mares don’t have to ‘recharge’ like you stallions do... But if you’re not up to it—it’s okay. Really, you’ve given me such an experience tonight.”

“Are you kidding me? All you have to do is look at me and I’ll be reader again... in about five minutes...” Pic blushed and gave a coy smile.

Twilight blushed in return at the flattering remark. “Well, I’m going to go get myself cleaned up a little... That and I need to dump the specs and shirt—this cum is blurring my vision...” Twilight giggled. Sliding off of Pic and the bed, she walked around to Pic, before whispering in his ear, “that, and I want to feel your coat on my back as you mount me.”

If Pic hadn’t just came, he might have at that moment. “I—I...”

Twilight raised a hoof up to his lips to silence him. “Shh, don’t speak. I’ll be back in a moment; you can tell me all about it then.” Twilight winked again, only this time she gave the wink of a seductress as she walked off towards the bathroom with swaying hips in tow; even moving her tail aside to give a full view of the prize that he had waiting for him—which added to the already wonderful display.

“Wow.” Pic said dumbfoundedly. “She’s certainly into it... almost too into it. I wonder if she feels as if she’s responsible for doing all of this?” Pic whispered to himself, before suddenly coming to a shocking realisation, “what if she’s doing this because she feels that she has to?! Oh no...” Pic became anxious that somehow he had compelled Twilight to do this, even though she might uncomfortable with it. “If she’s uncomfortable with this, then...” Pic quietly mused, “... Then I’ll have to check when she gets back...”

Pic pondered silently whilst Twilight cleaned up. He felt each second drawing on and on; as if it were stretching out his anxiety as far as it could. Before long though, Twilight emerged from the bathroom looking fresh and ready.

There it was—again. Her coat shone to Pic, and he couldn’t wait to rub his hooves all over her. It was as if she were a dream that would disappear if he didn’t grab it before it slipped away; each second in her presence slowed and felt fuller when he was near her. He only hoped that he returned this feeling to her.

As he looked at her, he could only see that he wanted to accept her for everything—good and bad; no fault too sour to taint the sweetness of the love he felt. Although that admission would have to wait, because he needed to ask her if she really wanted this; despite some part of him saying that he shouldn't, his conscience assured him that it was right to ask.

“Hey, uh, Twi. Come here a moment. Please.” Nervously asked Pic.

“I’d be happy too... After all I—” Twilight returned, misunderstanding the intent of the request.

“No, no. That’s not what I meant. We need to talk.” Said Pic more sternly, but still with a hint of trepidation.

“Oh... O—okay. What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I go too fast? I did, didn’t I? I should have know better than—”

“Woah, Twi. Hold up. No, you haven’t been doing anything wrong as such, but I’m just a little worried about you, that’s all.”

“Why?”

“Well, for a start this is both of our first times, and you’re rushing in. Not to say I didn’t like that, because I definitely did. Just that I’m worried that you’re overlooking yourself by bending over backwards in an effort to satisfy my needs, and like I said, this both of our first times... I just don’t want you to go over your comfort margin because you think I need that to keep interest in you—because that’s not the case; I’ll still be here in the morning. Don’t worry.” Pic let out a deep breath; it felt good to get that off his chest, although the tension soon came back when he was Twilight starting to tear up slightly. “Twilight? Are you alright? I didn’t mean to hurt you, I—”

All of a sudden Twilight jumped forward and teleported the distance from the bathroom to door to Pic; the momentum ending up in what could only be described as the fastest moving tackle-hug that could still adhere to the laws of physics—and not break Pic’s bones.

Pic was taken by surprise; and he certainly didn’t expect anything so physical, so sudden—if at all, considering at that moments earlier he thought he was going to have a fall-out with Twilight.

Twilight whimpered into Pic’s shoulder a little; drying her eyes in his coat—something that he didn’t mind in the slightest if it meant that he had apparently done the right thing. After a little while, Twilight lifted her head away from his fur and gave Pic a quick, but passionate and deep, peck on the lips. “Thank you.” She said.

“For what?” Responded Pic.

“I don’t know, for being so caring, maybe?” Twilight smiled. “Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would find a stallion that would rather have me be comfortable, and to risk something so much—immediately before sex no less—and in return, receive so little; other than the peace of mind, of course...”

“Well I—” Pic stopped suddenly, as Twilight rose a hoof to his lips to silence him.

“Ah ah. I’m not done yet, silly.” Twilight booped him on the nose. “I don’t know what it was I did to deserve you, but I’ll keep trying every day. That I can promise.” Twilight sighed dreamily, before chuckling and shaking her head slightly. “I haven’t answered your question yet, have I?” Twilight hugged Pic deeper, looking up at him. “I wanted to make it special for you too. Because, honestly, I don’t see why in Equestria I shouldn’t. You’re just as important in the relationship as me, and I want to show you that by making you happy; and by showing you that I’ll do that for you, I show you that I respect you as my mate.”

This time it was Pic’s turn to shed a tear, “Wow, I don’t know what to say.”

“'Thanks'?” Twilight chuckled.

Pic returned the laughter. “Yeah, ‘thanks’ is a major understatement for that. All I can do is promise to stand by everything you said, and return it.”

“That’s all I ask.” Twilight lightly, and playfully, hit Twilight in the chest, before laughing sweetly, “one might even have thought that you were one of those stallions who think that mares are made of glass. That, Sisters forbid, if she would do something for him, than he would be committing some deadly sin.” Twilight shook her head in derision at the thought. “I know you’re not though,” Twilight smiled, “ and it’s not like you didn’t make me feel good, because I’ll be damned if that thing you did with your tongue earlier couldn’t almost be as magical as to replace me as the bearer of my magic.” Twilight let a smile of remembrance cross her face, before letting it slip into a quizzical expression, querying, “which reminds me, do you—have you uhh.. done some research on that particular area?

Pic raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm? Go on...”

Twilight cleared her throat, “well, I mean... you’re a stallion, and well... stallions normally keep themselves entertained; so I was wondering if you got that—what you did—from there?”

The corner of Pic’s mouth twitched up; he knew what she meant, but Twilight’s flustered expression was too cute to let this opportunity slip. “Oh, but Twilight, I don’t know where you hear such scandalous reports, but if they came from a certain diamond-rumped mare, then I would suggest not listening to all of her reports as if they were fact.”

This seemed to make Twilight blush profusely; much to Pic’s satisfaction. He really did think she was amazingly adorable when she blushed. “We—well, I—I don’t get everything from her—”

“So you have your own private stash, eh?” Pic commented slyly.

This made Twilight blush even harder, and she pushed her face into his chest in an effort to hide it. Although, this only made the scene even cuter than it was previously.

“Well,” came a slightly muffled voice, “I kinda have some. But I live in a library, so it’s okay! After all, I have to keep the place stocked for all literacy needs! Don’t judge me...”

Pic chuckled, and kissed Twilight on the head. “I’m not judging you, Twilight. In fact I think it’s cute, and I would be an idiot if I did after what you did earlier, because seems that your ‘research’ had the desired effect... Trust me, as your test subject, I know.”

Twilight looked up at Pic. “Yeah, and so do I. I had to practise with a cucumber to do that—so consider yourself lucky, mister.”
“The luckiest.”

The simple remark caught Twilight out by surprise, and it caused her cheeks to turn slightly crimson again. “You’re so sweet,” said Twilight, punctuating her comment, planting an affectionate nuzzle on Pic’s chest—something she found so easing at the moment. So she allowed herself to rest there for a little bit; allowing the warmth of them both to comfort each other.

But then Twilight got an idea in the form of a cunning question: “I suppose I should assume that you learnt what you did to me from some extracurricular reading material as well?”

This coaxed an answer from Pic, “Well yeah, I am a stallion.”

“Aha, I knew it!” Twilight’s eyes lit up.

“Damn. Well, what can I say? Perfection like this,” gesturing to the surroundings in a vague expression, “takes practise.”

Twilight let out a laugh, before calming down as quickly as she could manage it—they were firm friends, now lovers, and she was fairly sure that he intended that as a joke, but she still didn’t want to risk hurting him if she could. “Don’t tell me that you practised on fruit and veg as well. No scratch that, I don’t care; it was amazing anyway.

“Hmhm, it did look as if you enjoyed it...” Pic responded; his voice heavily laced a rising anticipation which was reflected by his groin.

“I bet you liked the faces I pulled?” Twilight—sensing a new beggining to their lovemaking—eased back into her salacious role.

Pic could only nod.

“Well, why don’t we make some more... It does seem that you’re rising to the challenge again, hmm?” Twilight manoeuvred herself down him so that she could be at a level height with his growing rod. She maintained enough proximity to gently caress the length with her hoof; even sending out a lick to greet the tickled flesh.

Pictor let out a low groan at Twilight’s gentle ministrations; enjoying the sensation, but still maintaining a will to take it further. “T—Twi, how do you want t—to do this?”

She looked up to meet his eyes, “Well, why don’t we keep this traditional?”

“Sounds good. Do I have to worry about you, well... y’know, you—”

“Me getting pregnant? You wearing a condom? You breaking my hymen? No, no, and no; I’m not in my cycle, I cast a small warding spell—one that my books taught me, and well... it can get lonely in Canterlot... so there’s no worry; lets just enjoy this.” Twilight emphasised her comfort by giving a smile, before returning herself further up the bed to lay down beside him; only this time she waggled her flank enticingly in the air.

Pictor, taking the hint, moved away from his spot at the head of the bed to crawl down to the foot; getting a full view as Twilight moved her tail away to ‘expose herself’ to Pictor—not giving any inkling than the total acceptance of him. Or rather, her preparedness for it.

He moved up to Twilight’s flanks, and he could smell her essence vividly at such a short distance. Not repulsive at all, just organic; a smell, that to him, meant that this was something good. He tentatively nibbled around Twilight’s cutie mark, earning a shudder for his work. Licking where he previously nibbled, Pictor then moved up to the hollow of her black—blowing on it gently, before moving down to the base of her tail—where he tugged it gently with his teeth to once again earn a shudder of gratitude. If she wasn't wet before, she was now.

“Ah... wow. As much as I love you paying attention to me like that, we’ve waited enough, don’t you think?”

Pictor hummed, “Yes, but I want you to say it.”

“I thought I was the ‘sexy mistress’ here?” Twilight cooed.

“Well, you got part of it right, but you sort of gave up on that role, didn’t you?” Said Pictor cheekily.

“I suppose it’s too late now, isn’t it?” Twilight sighed. “Fine. Pic, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that steamy, throbbing rod inside. I want to feel it filling me as you fuck me into the pillow until I cum all over the sheets and you; until you fill me up to the point where your hot cum drips out of me.” Twilight looked around to say, “How was that?” Which she accented with a wink and a feigned smile of innocence.

Pictor was almost speechless. “I... Wow. Hot...”

Twilight laughed, “Yeah, I thought you would say that.” Before turning back to the head of the bed and resting her head on the pillow as an act for foreshadowing; inviting Pic in with her dripping pussy. “Well, come on big boy. I’m waiting.”

Pic couldn't wait any longer, and he left the tight, firm flank that gave his head purchase during Twilight’s erotic speech—with it’s pool of drool—to lift himself over her. He positioned his fully hardened cock over her back; letting his rub along her spine. Then he bore his chest down into her shoulders, resting his head beside hers so that he could be as close as he could to nuzzle her cheek. Mostly to give her general affection and love in what they both knew would be a special moment that they wouldn’t forget.

They both gathered that the other was happy with their positioning, and that they were comfortable. Sliding back, Pic aligned the tip of his hardened cock to her entrance; rubbing it a little to grow accustomed to the positing.

“Please...” Twilight whimpered, and that was all he needed to push against her; his thick head parting her tight passage with care. Tentatively, he pushed his entire head into her, before waiting a little for Twilight to speak up. She didn’t. Aided by her slick juices—the surplus of which dripped out of her pussy—he moved on in at a steady pace, as much for his sake as hers. Her tight walls clamped down and stoked every part of his shaft; her twitching muscles giving a sensation in likeness to a massage. Although instead of it causing an awkward moment for the masseuse and client, this time the stiffness was welcome, and the reminiscent pleasure shooting across his body fueled his lust.

Slowly he edged himself further inside of her. With every inch his breath became sharper and heavier; it tickled her cheek as he buried his head into the crook of her neck to feel her body against his.

Finally, she engulfed him to his hilt, and his head was on the precipice of tickling the gateway to her womb; a full fit, and a nice stretch for Twilight. She gripped his shaft tightly, her pussy intent on keeping it inside of her. But her mind wanting more; her mind wanted the sweet friction, and the slap of the warm balls now resting on her clit. Her mind wanting him as her mate more than the simple carnal pleasures of lust.

Slowly he retreated. Her walls clenched down on his exit with the intent on keeping him from leaving. But as much friction, and glorious pleasure they provided for Pic, they couldn’t halt him from leaving. His withdrawal left his shaft exposed to the air which now seemed cool in comparison to Twilight’s heat. The light shone and glistened against the fluids that coated it, only leaving the head to feel the warmth of Twilight’s insides.

He pushed himself inside again, more forcefully this time, and with enough speed to garner a gasp from her, and slight squelch from Twilight’s soaked entrance.

Although as soon as he bottomed-out again, he would bring himself back out, and as soon as only his head was left inside, he would drive himself back in. Each time with a harder, more forceful pace.

Soon it left them both making noises of their own. Twilight whimpered and mewed. Whilst Pic groaned and sighed. As well as that, they made other noises with each other: the flap of Pic’s balls against Twilight’s clit, the squeaking of the bed, and the rustling of fur as their actions became rougher.

Twilight’s whimpers became louder, and louder, before she felt that she couldn’t hold it anymore, “P—Pic, oh my... I’m—mmmmm gonna cum. Oh yes! Hmm, I’m gonna cum—don’t stop!”

Pic had no intention of stopping. Instead he nuzzled her cheek—which she strongly returned—before moving up to her ears. He started to trace them with the tongue that Twilight’s tight pussy left hanging out of his mouth; nibbling them in an attempt to send Twilight over the edge.

It worked. The pleasant shock of Pic’s nibbling, in tandem with the force of his thick cock ramming into her, and the fullness of his thick cock beforehand and now sent her over the edge; well over the edge. Twilight screamed out, before shoving her mouth into her pillow to muffle her cries, lest they arouse the suspicion of anyone nearby. She bucked her hips back onto Pic’s shaft with every intent of spearing herself on it to the point where she could go no further; and as she did this, her walls clenched firmly around his shaft, so much so, that he found it noticeably more difficult to continue ramming into her. Not that he minded, as her pussy massaged his cock with even more fervour than before, her squeezing almost rippling against it.

He continued nibbling her ear until her orgasm finally abated. When it did, he continued to push in and out again, building up—but not as slowly as before—to the full pace that they were previously going at. Twilight’s cum juices aided his passage even more than before, easing him in as his balls—soaked in Twilight’s cum—continued to wetly slap against her clit, each time earning a little mew of pleasure.

Pic wasn’t sure how long he could last before he succame to Twilight, but he was determined to not cum before she could get off again. Back and forth he rocked; each time sending his thick shaft into her depths. Every time it came out covered in fresh juices, his cock would seem to get harder, and his thrusts would get fiercer as he felt himself draw closer to his climax.

“Oh oh—oh wow..." Twilight started to squirm and wiggle her body, her tail wagging and tickling his balls—adding stimulation to Twilight's already enlivened and sensitive pussy . “Oh—hmm. Kiss me. Please!” Twilight craned her neck around to look at Pic; her eyes were half-lidded, with her tongue slightly hanging out with a little line of drool dripping from it. He would have came there if not the prospect of finishing whilst in a kiss.

Leaning in they joined; not a particularly fancy kiss, just a passionate and loving one—the kind that lovers share when they meet each other again after never expecting to: one of famished savouring.

But it was all that was need to push him over the edge into orgasm; her squirming, slightly clenching and soaking wet pussy coaxed him out. Bottoming himself inside of her, his head flared in warning for the hot, stringy streams of cum that he shot into Twilight’s womb; filling her up with his mammoth load until it started to overflow and trickle out of her onto the sheets below.

They stayed there, panting, for a while; enjoying the feeling of them being so close to each other for as long as they could. Although, before long, his length started to retract—giving them no choice but to separate.

Silently, they laid there on the bed together, facing each other to look into each other’s eyes in a mutual show of adoration.

Outside the sun still slightly shone through the pulled curtains. But it didn’t cause enough of a disruption for it to intervene with sleep. Twilight pulled herself into Pic’s chest and let out a contented sigh. “That was wonderful. It was everything I expected. Thank you.” She susserated into his coat.

Pic rest his chin on her head, beside her horn; whispering into her ear, “It was nothing...” He smiled, remembering something he promised earlier. “Hey, Twi, do you want me to finish the sentence you interrupted earlier?”

He couldn’t see it, but Twilight blushed furiously into his chest. “Yes.”

“Okay then: I love you.” He admitted with a tear running down his eye, and kissing her ear to reinforce his point.

Twilight let out a murmur of muffled glee; she was expecting it, but it still filled her with overwhelming elation. “I love you too.” She managed to say though the growing tears in her eyes, and the catch in her throat.

After that nothing more needed to be said; and as they gripped each other tighter than ever, Twilight pulled up the sheets—still damp with their arousal, not that they cared—to cover them and insulate their warmth as they waded into the land of pleasant dreams.

It truly was a perfect day.

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