Foalcon With A Twist

The filly walked into class beaming even more than normal. She could hardly get any sleep the night before because of how excited she was just to see Featherweight again. It was almost as if she had fallen in love suddenly. After all, she had never been that close or intimate with anypony before then.

Before class started, she saw Featherweight take his seat and immediately ran to see him. “Hey, Featherweight!” she exclaimed with a large grin. The colt looked at her with a mixed emotion. He tried holding a polite grin, but he knew what was going to come next. He knew that this would be awkward. “What’s up?”

“Uhh…” He scratched the back of his neck. “Nothing…”

“I had so much fun yesterday! When do you think the next time we can see each other will be?”

“Uhh… Listen, Twist.” He dropped his gaze, trying to look at anything but Twist. “What happened yesterday was kind of a one and done thing…”

Twist’s smile held for a moment, but progressively faded. The whole concept of what happened the day before being so casual to him when it was so special to her didn’t make any sense. She just couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that somepony just wanted the experience for the few brief moments that they shared… She couldn’t comprehend that maybe somepony had just used her and tossed her to the side.

“…What?” Twist asked, still not sure how to respond. Maybe this whole thing was some kind of a joke. She was always the gullible one in the class.

“I was afraid of something like this would happen. Listen, it’s not that I don’t like you or anything. I mean, yesterday was really fun, but I kinda want to move onto other girls.”

“Oh… right… There are plenty of girls here in Ponyville.” Twist tried smiling politely, but she was already having a difficult time trying to combat tears from streaming down her cheeks. “I’m just gonna go sit back down now.”

The filly ran to her seat before Featherweight could see her start to cry. Nopony seemed to notice. They were all getting their social interactions in while they still could, completely ignoring their classmate who was bawling her eyes out into her hooves. Luckily, though, she was able to at least collect herself as she saw Miss Cheerilee walk in.

Throughout class that day, she was doing anything and everything she could to keep her eyes off of Featherweight. Every once in a while, she would see him talking with his friends like the day before hadn’t happened. She knew that one experience shouldn’t make her feel this way, but she couldn’t help it. She was so miserable.

For the next few days, she would come home and cry into her pillow. She didn’t know what was making her most miserable. Was it that she felt so strongly about him in general? Was it regret that she fell in love so quickly? Was it remorse for what he did to her? Or was it that deep down inside her, she wanted it to happen again?

That Sunday night, she laid in her bed and thought about everything that transpired on that night. She remembered it all too vividly: the way his shaft moved between her labia. How her vagina clenched against his long, hard dick. The way he dominated her by pressing her into his bed and how rough he was with her. Just thinking about it was starting to make her wet again. “Oh, I wish it could happen again…” she said to herself.

Inadvertently, she brought her hoof down to her lower lips to wipe up some of the lube that was leaking out of her when all of a sudden, she felt it again. It was just like what Featherweight felt like when he used her. She experimented by moving her hoof in circles around her fillyhood, reminding herself of the pleasure that rocked her body a few days earlier. Biting her lower lip, she moved her hoof up and down her private parts until she felt a bump near the top. She stopped suddenly at the incredible sensation and took a moment to catch her breath before rubbing it even harder.

“Mmmm yeah,” she moaned to herself. “Pound me, Featherweight. Do whatever you want to me.” She pushed harder as she ran circles around her clitoris. “Cum inside me. Fill me with your thick, warm cum.” She was rubbing as fast as she could, but she wanted more. She lifted her legs into the air and spread them as wide as they would go. “OH! Featherweight! Go faster! MMMMMM!” Her hoof slipped inside her orifice, making her moan louder. “AH! Ohhhh my gosh.” Suddenly, she was going as deep as she could possibly go, hoofing herself as violently as she could. “AH! AAAHHHHHH!! OHHHHH! I wanna feel you throbbing in my wet, sobbing pussy.” She took her hoof out of her vagina and licked off all the passion that had covered her.

She then flipped over, sticking her backside into the air and hoofing herself again. “Ah ah ah ohhhhhhhhh my gosh.” Her vagina was growing so tight around her hoof that she was practically forcing it inside her, making her voice grow higher until it cracked. “AH! Sooo goooood.”

She thought about how Featherweight’s cock had throbbed and pulsed right before he climaxed inside her. Then, unexpectedly, she felt her own walls begin to contract. “What? OH!!” Juices were cascading down as she squirted all over her clean sheets in a fountain of ecstasy. “AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!” she screamed as she felt her very first orgasm.

As soon as cum stopped seeping out of her orifice and her walls had finished pulsating, she licked up all the lube on her hoof. She didn’t know exactly what happened, but she liked it. It was exactly what she needed during this time of dejection. Spreading her legs again and laying back down, she smiled up at the ceiling, feeling happy again. Happy for the first time in days.

The next day, though, didn’t turn out to be as fun. As soon as she saw the colt walk into class she immediately turned her gaze away, hoping that he wouldn’t notice her looking at him. The pain was gone now, but that just meant that she had moved onto another emotion: embarrassment waved over her. Embarrassment… and a little bit of lust. For some reason, she no longer wanted to be attached to him in any way but physically. She was in that part of her life where fillies were discovering their bodies but hadn’t quite learned the art of self control.

“OK, class,” Ms. Cheerilee said as she conveniently walked into the room. “Today we’re going to be continuing our adventures about spelling and punctuation!”

“Perfect!” Twist said to herself. “Now I’ll finally have something to take my mind off of that.” She got out a notebook and her pencil, ready to take notes on the world that she would soon be learning about. There would be no more thoughts about her private areas, boys or anything about the prior week. Spelling would definitely set her mind at ease!

It didn’t.

The filly tossed and turned as she sat through Cheerilee's lecture. The thought of learning about spelling and punctuation just didn't seem as appealing anymore, even though it was her best subject. She was too occupied about thoughts from the previous week. She needed her urges to be satisfied. How would she do it, though? She couldn't go around soliciting her body, could she?

She looked up at her pegasus classmate who had taken her virginity just a few days earlier. She was going to get more... whether he wanted it or not...

The school bell rang, and the foals were all racing out of their seats to get home. Twist, on the other hand, was just racing to catch up to a certain pegasus before he got away. “Hey, Featherweight!” she called out.

The pegasus colt stopped and looked back to see Twist running towards him. “Hey, Twist. What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to come by my place after school today. Not for any of that stuff, of course. Just to hang out.”

“Well, sure. I didn’t having anything going on. What did you have in mind?”

“OH! I made some of the best peppermint sticks ever and I think you’d love them!” She sent him a friendly wink. “They’re deliiiciooouuuus.”

Featherweight chuckled quietly. “OK, then. Let’s go!”

“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun!” She licked her lips. “More fun than you could imagine.”

They arrived at her house with neither of Twist’s parents home. Featherweight looked around and scratched his head. “Hey, Twist,” he started, “didn’t you say you weren’t supposed to be alone with boys?”

“Oh, I’m sure they won’t mind as long as I’m home,” she replied as she shuffled through her kitchen cabinet. “Which would you like to try first, the peppermint sticks or the gumdrops? Actually, you know what? I’ll just get them both out and you can help yourself.”

She pulled out two bowls filled with candy from the cabinet and placed them at the table. Featherweight jumped to the chair behind it, his eyes growing wide at the delectable, savory sweets that lay before him. “Alright! Thanks, Twist!”

“No problem,” she replied with a smile. “I’m just going to get some ingredients so I can make some more. Try not to get a tummy ache already, OK?” She winked at him again, but he was already working on eating every scrap that was left in his bowl.

Smiling, Twist walked to another room in the house: her dad’s workshop. She pulled open drawers and looked on top of shelves until she found exactly what she was looking for. She stared at the object she was holding, her heart beating through her chest out of her immense excitement.

She heard a bowl being placed on the table and another being picked up. She hurried back to the kitchen before Featherweight finished eating. Out of the corner of his eye, Featherweight saw Twist walking in holding something in her mouth. “Twist,” he started, “what are you doing with that rope?” Before he had another second to think, Twist smacked the bowl out of Featherweight’s hooves and tied them together behind his chair. “What? Twist! What are you doing?”

Twist giggled hysterically. Featherweight responded by kicking his hind legs, trying to either untangle the ropes or break the chair. “Did you really think I just brought you over here to make sweets?” she asked. Featherweight struggled more, kicking with all the strength he could muster. “Oh, stop it. If you don’t calm down I’m just going to be twice as rough.”

“Rough? What are you going to do to me?”

“What you wouldn’t do to me,” she said, hopping on Featherweight’s lap. “You know, the last time we had sex, I never finished. Seems a little impolite now, doesn’t it?” Featherweight stopped struggling, but deep down, he was still panicking. “Whatever happened to ladies first, huh, Featherweight?” She planted a kiss on the colt’s lips. Featherweight scrunched up his face and spat at the floor as soon as Twist’s lips parted from his. “Now that’s not very polite.” She looked him dead in the eye, glaring. “You wouldn’t like it if a lady spat, would you?” Featherweight froze. “ANSWER ME!”

“N-no, Twist!” Featherweight was shaking uncontrollably.

“Good,” she said rubbing Featherweight’s face. “Now swallow.” She kissed him again, this time forcing her tongue into his mouth. Featherweight froze for a second, but complied by allowing her tongue into his throat. She pressed her chest against Featherweight’s and wrapped her hind legs around the chair that he was tied to, grinding her crotch against his. To the colt’s dismay, his member started to grow.

Featherweight gasped inadvertently. “Oh, don’t worry,” Twist said as she rubbed his cheek. “I’ll take good care of it. You’ll take good care of me, won’t you?” Featherweight nodded, unsure of what else to do. He was completely powerless with his hooves tied behind the chair, and he was afraid what would happen if he tried to struggle. If this was Twist being nice, he didn’t want to see what Twist was like when she was angry.

Smiling, Twist ran her hoof up Featherweight’s cock, caressing it as gently as she possibly could. She planted another kiss on Featherweight’s lips and gently grabbed the colt’s member in her hoof. He was continuing to grow larger as she stroked it, making Twist even more passionate with each kiss. When his member seemed to have grown to its full length, the filly gave Featherweight a sultry wink and asked, “You ready?”

Featherweight nodded his head and squeezed his eyes shut so that he wouldn’t have to see what would happen next. He knew what was going to happen, though, and he was anything but ready for it.

Twist pulled the stiff penis and gently placed it between her lady lips. Twist gasped quietly as she eased the member into her vagina. She slid it all the way inside, pressing her crotch into Featherweight’s as she gently swayed her hips into him. Twist’s eyes were squeezed shut as she slowly rode the colt, biting her lower lip between the occasional feminine breath that escaped. “Mmmm, Featherweight. You feel so good.”

Featherweight didn’t answer. The act that the filly was enacting was scarring him. He was being held against his will, completely powerless, being forced to do whatever the filly wanted, and if he didn’t… he didn’t even want to know what would happen. He pushed back tears as the filly raped him, but the worst part it all was that he couldn’t keep his member from growing. His penis was showing emotion completely opposite to what he was feeling. He wanted to cry, but he managed to squeeze his eyes shut to keep the tears from coming out.

“Mmmm go deeper.” Featherweight opened his eyes again to see Twist giving him a very serious look. Trying even harder to push back tears, he bounced the filly on his lap. “OH! Featherweeeeeight. You feel so gooood.” Featherweight humped her harder, hoping that it would make her cum sooner. “OH! OH! Yesss. Just like that. Ohhhh yesssss.” Twist added by pounding her pelvis into Featherweight, thriving on the sensation that happened as his cock slid between her fillyhood.

Twist put a hoof around Featherweight’s neck and leaned back, continuing to bounce on his dick. Vaginal fluid began to cover the colt’s member as the friction of their bodies enthralled Twist’s cavity. She pulled off slowly, letting her labia gradually pull off the sides around Featherweight’s penis before forcing it back inside her.

She grinded on his cock harder and harder, moaning louder and higher-pitched. “Mmmm. Oh my gosh. OHHHHH YEAAAAAHHH! AH! AHHHH!” Her thrusts were suddenly giant waves of pleasure as each stroke brought her closer and closer to orgasm. “Give it to me! Mmmmm give me that cock.” Trying harder to bring Twist to orgasm, he pumped his hips faster. “AH! Oh, Featherweight! AH! AH! AH! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! AH! AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, matching the pitch of Sweetie Belle’s as her vagina pulsed out more vaginal fluid than ever.

Featherweight smiled to himself as Twist began to slow down and catch her breath. “That was really good,” Twist said planting another kiss on Featherweight’s lips. “Still, though, I’d feel bad if I didn’t let you cum too.” Featherweight’s eyes widened in shock. He was so relieved to be done, but now she was going to drive his dignity to the ground. “I’m waiting.”

Featherweight pumped his hips again, cringing at the thought of what he was doing. Twist continued to moan as Featherweight humped Twist as fast as he was a moment ago. He tried going even deeper than before, hoping that the tighter Twist got, the easier it would become for him to finish. For a good 5 minutes, the colt pumped his cock inside her (having her orgasm 2 more times). Then, clenching his pelvis as hard as he could, he shot whatever seed inside her as he could. It wasn’t much, and not nearly as much as any of Twist’s three orgasms. He was just hoping that she wouldn’t make him do it again.

Twist moaned as Featherweight ejaculated inside her. She gently lowered her body back down onto his and planted one last kiss on his lips. “That was really fun,” she said with a giggle before hopping back down. She untied the ropes that held Featherweight, but the colt did nothing. He just sat there, frozen, completely at awe at what had just happened. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape. “I need you to go home, now, though. My parents will be home any minute now and, I’ll get in trouble if they see that I have a boy over.”

The colt complied, slothfully getting out of the chair. Twist opened the door and led him outside, blowing him a kiss before shutting the door behind him. The feathered pony took a few steps to the side of the house where nopony would find him and began sobbing hysterically. “I’m… never… having… sex ageh-hhe-hheeeennnn,” he said between sobs.

Twist, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. She pranced up to her room and jumped onto her bed with a large grin.

“I want more…”