Foalcon With A Twist

by Lunarx

Rating: mature
Tags: Twist, Caramel, Big Macintosh, Slice of Life, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Featherweight, Romance
Length: 9023

Twist can't control her hormones the way other fillies can.

What a silly little filly.

Twist was once an innocent little girl, easily satisfied with things like coloring and candy. Then, she discovered what makes her body tick. After her first time, she wants bigger, meatier horse cock and will do anything she can to get it.

Published 2013-04-25 09:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-25 09:10:01 UTC

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“Nopony’s home. Come on in.”

A pegasus flicked on the light to his home, leading in a timid earth pony. “Are you sure this is gonna be safe?” she asked with a lisp. “I mean, you don’t think we’ll get caught, do you?”

“No, we’ll be OK,” the pegasus replied, leading her up to his room, which was unusually tidy for a boy’s room. Everything was all picked up and put away. His bed was even made! The earth pony didn’t really know what was going on. For all she knew, she was just afraid of getting caught at a boy’s house without supervision.

“So… you said you needed a girl over for something,” the filly said shyly as she sat on the bed next to her white pegasus friend.

“Yup. I just wanted to try something… something that I can’t try when there are grown-ups watching.”

“Well, tell me about it.”

“I think I’d much rather show you. Would that be OK with you?”

“Sure!” The young earth pony was oblivious to what was going on, which the pegasus planned on taking advantage of. Slowly and gently, he wrapped his arm around the cream-colored filly, who almost immediately turned a bright shade of red. “Um… Featherweight?”

“Close your eyes.”

The filly complied, squeezing her eyes shut. The colt smiled as his small member gradually began to grow. He grabbed Twist’s glasses and softly lifted them off of her face. Twist flinched at the sudden change, but she kept her eyes shut. Then, pulling Twist carefully near him, Featherweight planted a light kiss on the filly’s lips.

Twist’s eyes shot open. Upon reflex alone, she pushed Featherweight off of her mouth and body. She hopped off of his bed without even putting her glasses back on. “I uh… I don’t know if we should be doing that…”

“Come on, Twist. I mean, technically you shouldn’t be here, but you still are.” Twist looked away, too anxious to know what to say. “It’s OK, Twist. You won’t get in trouble. I promise.” Featherweight’s assurance didn’t give Twist any more confidence. “Haven’t you been curious to know what it’s like to kiss a boy before?”

Twist paused. “Yeah… but I… Well, I guess I could. I’m just so nervous.” She slowly made her way back to sitting next to Featherweight.

“You won’t get in any trouble. I promise.” After another brief moment to think it over, Twist nodded, waiting for Featherweight to make his move. “You know what? Actually, I think you should try it this time. It’ll make you less nervous.” The filly gulped as she looked into Featherweight’s sly bucktoothed smile. Squeezing her eyes shut again after a deep breath, she quickly planted a small peck on the colt’s lips. After a moment to let it set in, she peeked out of one of her eyes to see Featherweight’s reaction. He was still smiling.

“That uh… that actually wasn’t too bad,” Twist said, blushing.

Featherweight drifted his tone into a little more than a deep whisper. “Then maybe we should do it again.” After a slight pause, Twist nodded her head, drifting her face toward the colt’s. Featherweight placed a hoof against Twist’s neck and slowly pulled her into a smooth, warm kiss. The filly flinched for a moment, but suddenly allowed her lips to navigate around her pegasus friend’s. Her hooves draped over Featherweight’s shoulders as Featherweight placed his second hoof against Twist’s back, running up and down the crook of her spine.

Twist tenderly let her lips peel off from the kiss, blushing as she stared embarrassedly at the colt. “That was…” Twist’s heartbeat was racing, making it hard to think. “That was really fun.” Giving Twist that sly look one more time, Featherweight pressed the filly onto her back on his bed. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, not taking her eyes off of Featherweight’s until their lips met again in a passionate kiss.

Featherweight pressed her into his bed, making Twist’s face a deep crimson. Then, she felt something rubbing against the top of her crotch. She momentarily broke the kiss to see the colt’s penis laying casually on top of her private parts. She exchanged looks between the penis and Featherweight’s sly smile. “Featherweight…” Twist began. “I can see your thingy!”

The colt chuckled. “You can touch it if you want.” Timidly, Twist moved her hoof down to Featherweight’s penis, gently grazing the tip. The young pegasus locked lips with the filly, whose hoof froze against Featherweight’s member. He broke the kiss smoothly, smiled and asked, “You think you’re ready?”

“R-ready for what?”

Featherweight chuckled silently. “Sex.”

“What’s sex?”

“This.”

Suddenly, Featherweight entered Twist. Her mouth went agape as a hundred thoughts, feelings and emotions traveled throughout her mind and body. At first it was surprise, pain and a little bit of terror, but those feelings were soon drowned out by sensations she had never felt before. As Featherweight slid his penis in and out of her, as she felt his shaft running against her inner walls, she was filled with a passion she had never dreamed of. Without thinking, she let out a quick breath, followed by several quick pants.

“Having fun?” Featherweight asked as he penetrated the filly.

Twist was lost for words. After a moment, she bit her lip and nodded her head. The colt picked up his pace, making Twist open her mouth wider as she panted in pleasure. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep all her audible pleasure inside. “Ah,” she moaned quietly.

“Mmmm. That’s right. Moan for me.”

“Ahhh,” she moaned again. Featherweight picked up his pace, going deeper inside the filly’s vaginal cavity. Twist’s walls were caving in tighter against Featherweight’s cock, making each stroke that much more pleasurable. “Ahhhh. AH!” Her voice got louder and higher in pitch. “AH! AH! Ohhhhh.”

“You like that?”

“Mmmm be rough with me.” As soon as those words escaped her lips, Featherweight had managed to force his penis to the very edge of her vagina. The tip of his cock rubbed against the back of her pelvis. “AH!” Featherweight was now moving as fast as he could go, pounding the innocent filly. It was painful for her, but it hurt so good. “HARDER! AHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH!” The filly’s vagina was pouring like a river, helping Featherweight slide between her labia, despite her fillyhood constricting his dick.

Featherweight grabbed her legs and lifted them into the air. If it were possible, she grew even wetter. Her natural lube dripped down onto Featherweight’s bed, making puddles of Twist’s lust. The two foals kissed again as Featherweight rocked his hips against the filly as hard as he could. Panting, Featherweight said, “You keep this up and you’re gonna make me cum already.”

“I’ll make you what?”

“Shut up and moan for me.” Featherweight grabbed Twist’s butt and kissed her neck, pounding her as fast as he could. Twist continued to moan as loudly as she could. Twist couldn’t have possibly been any tighter. She could feel his cock start to throb. It got violent almost immediately before the most beautiful sensation hit her.

Streams of fluid swam through her as Featherweight’s penis released his sperm inside her. Twist screamed at the sudden burst of satisfaction that coursed through her narrow canal. Long strands of semen pulsed into her fillyhood as his humping began to slow down. After a few brief moments that she wished would never end, his penis had stopped pulsating and his smirk returned. Not knowing what else to do, Twist smiled before wrapping her hooves around Featherweight and kissing him happily.

“That was… incredible,” Twist said, catching her breath.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” the colt said, finally taking his penis out from between Twist’s moist lower lips.

The two foals smiled at each other before locking into another passionate, tender kiss.

A

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…”

P

Twist no longer had any cares in the world. She skipped merrily to school the next day, saying hello to everypony she saw on the way. Besides maybe a week ago, she had never walked into class so merrily, and the other ponies were taking notice.

“Gee, you seem happy today,” Sweetie Belle noticed. “What’s put you in such a good mood?”

Twist giggled and replied, “Oh, nothing in particular. It’s just a wonderful day outside today, isn't it? Look at how many smiling faces there are out in Ponyville today! It’s kinda hard not to smile in a town like this. I guess it’s just contagious.”

“Wow!” Scootaloo chimed in. “I never thought about it like that before!”

The girls giggled to themselves quietly as Featherweight walked into class. He didn’t make eye contact with anypony. He just walked to his desk and sat down.

“Hey, Featherweight,” Snips said as he walked over to him. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” he said, emotionless. He refused to make any eye contact, even when Snips tried leaning his face in to Featherweight’s view. “I’m fine, Snips. Just leave me alone.”

“But I—”

“Please, Snips.”

Without any other argument, Snips forlornly began his way back to his seat. He looked over his shoulder to see if there was a possibility of Featherweight changing his mind, but the pegasus sat there in silence, looking straight down at his desk. He then looked over at the unusually social Twist chatting with some of the girls in the class.

“Weird…” Snips said to himself.

Then class started in its usual fashion. Cheerilee was her usual upbeat self, putting as much fun and energy into the day’s lesson as she could. When she saw Twist raising her hoof more often than usual, she assumed that this meant that her lesson was going over far better than normal. It completely distracted her from the pegasus who didn’t move throughout the entire class.

As the day progressed, however, Twist felt her mind wandering. Math wasn’t her best subject, so when it was time to practice their multiplication tables, she let her mind wander off into her own fantasy world. This usually consisted of her imagining she was a princess being saved from a castle by a knight in shining armor. Then they would share a romantic kiss and ride off into the sunset. Then she imagined the knight taking off his shining armor and pressing Twist to the ground. She imagined him kissing down her neck and body down to her private parts.

Twist squirmed in her seat, clenching her legs together as she felt a tingling sensation arise in her crotch. She continued to imagine him using his tongue to spread her lady lips and lick between them up to her nub. He would run his tongue along each wall before pressing it inside her.

The filly accidentally let out a soft moan. She looked around frantically to see if anypony heard her. Fortunately for her, their minds were elsewhere, so she decided to go back to fantasizing about her knight putting his mouth on hers.

He ran his hoof down her chest to her fillyhood and back up, caressing every part of her body before getting on top of her. Once he knew that she was wet enough, he grabbed the filly around the waist and penetrated her. Just the thought of a large, meaty cock inside her was making it hard to keep herself from letting out tiny moans.

“I want another one,” she mumbled to herself. “I want a bigger one.” She looked around the class to see who probably had the largest dick. There were only three or four boys in the whole class, and she wasn’t about to have sex with Snips or Snails.

Then, she looked outside the window to see Ponyville going through their daily routine. She saw all kinds of stallions going from place to place as the minutes passed by. There were so many handsome ones, and surely some of them were single… and if not, what did that matter? Twist had an urge, and some lucky man was going to have the time of his life.

Once class was dismissed, Twist was the first pony out the door.

“Hey!” Scootaloo called out. “Wait for us!” Twist turned around to see Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and Applebloom all racing to catch up with her. “Where are you going?”

“Can we come?” Sweetie Belle added.

Twist looked away awkwardly as she tried to come up with some excuse. “Well, actually…” she began. Nothing was coming to her. “I just uh… had something that I needed to take care of… alone.”

The three crusaders swapped looks between themselves and Twist. “Um… OK,” Applebloom said. “Ah guess we’ll see ya in school tomorrow, then.”

“Sorry, girls,” Twist said. “It’s top secret. I’ll see you in class tomorrow. Bye!”

As she galloped off, she heard Scootaloo say, “That girl just gets weirder and weirder.” None of that mattered, though. She had a job to take care of before the day was over.

She stopped by the town market and started scoping around for the most handsome stallion around. The more stallions she went through, though, the more she realized that almost none of them would be what she was looking for. This one was too young, this one too old. He obviously had a terrible cold. Finding the perfect stallion was not an easy chore.

She walked over to an average-looking vendor selling cherries and began batting her eyelashes. The vendor paid no attention, continuing his efforts to lure in customers. Getting impatient, Twist leaned against his cherry stand and purred, “Hey, hot stuff. You look like you’ve been working hard. Why not take a break for a second?”

The vendor looked down angrily at the foal. “Look, kid,” he said. “I’m really busy right now. If you’re trying to sneak some cherries, it ain’t gonna work. Now scram!”

Twist flipped her hair and pouted off. “I’m too good for him anyway,” she mumbled to herself, but as she looked around, she saw nopony that was as handsome as she was looking for. Feeling defeated, she hung her head low.

Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up to see a stunning young stallion smiling down at her. He had a dark brown mane and a dark yellow coat. He almost looked like one of the sweets that Twist had made a few weeks earlier, and she was beginning to wonder if he tasted like them too.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but is there something wrong?” he asked with a sincere, pleasant smile.

An idea unexpectedly struck her. “Actually…” she began, “I lost something really important and now I can’t seem to find it anywhere.”

“Well, where did you lose it? Maybe I can help you find it.”

“You know that deserted alley a couple of blocks down? Well, I must have forgotten it there yesterday when I was playing, and when I came back, I couldn’t find it.”

“Then let’s go.” Twist’s plan was working.

On the way, he told her that his name was Caramel. He probably told her some more things about himself, but Twist wasn’t paying attention. Her eyes were focused on the alley, and fortunately for her, there were no ponies anywhere near it.

“What did you say this thing of yours looked like again?” he asked as he began to search aimlessly.

“It looks like—Oops!” she pretended to trip, lifting her plot into the air. “I’m so silly sometimes.” She turned her head back and batted her eyelashes.

Caramel stared at the filly’s rear end for a moment. Coming back to reality, he shook his head and said, “Here, let me help you up.”

“No, it’s OK. I’ve got it. Whoops!” As she got up, she pretended to lose her balance, stumbling and falling right on top of Caramel’s lap. Her butt landed straight on his crotch. Before he knew what was going on, his member began to grow slightly at how good her soft backside felt against his dick. “Well, looks like somepony’s happy to see me.” She gave him a sultry wink at the end.

Caramel, slightly panicking, pushed Twist off of his lap and stood back up. “Well,” he started, still flustered, “I couldn’t help you find what you were looking for.”

“But won’t you stay a bit longer? I just get so lonely sometimes.” Caramel was frozen, which Twist took to her advantage by planting a firm kiss on his lips. He didn’t move, partly due to shock… and partly due to the fact that he was enjoying it. After a moment of being still, he returned the kiss.

“No!” he exclaimed stammering back. “Th-this isn’t right. I’m so much older than you. I-I’m in a relationship anyway.”

“But she’ll never have to find out.” She giggled and moved her mouth next to his ear. As quietly as she could, she whispered, “Being so young just means that I’m that much tighter.” Caramel was frozen again, except for his member which, was growing to full length. “Here, let me take care of that for you.”

Twist playfully pushed Caramel onto his back and rubbed up and down the stallion’s shaft. Caramel knew that what was going on was wrong, but his hormones were getting the better of him. He laid his head back, closed his eyes and let the filly caress his penis. She was so firm, yet so gentle. It was hard to believe that this girl was at such a young and inexperienced age.

She then kissed the tip of his dick, letting the edges of her mouth naturally fold over his shaft. Caramel bit his lip, naturally letting his pelvis rise up as Twist got more and more passionate with his penis. Her moist lips ran against the length of his smooth, hard penis, soaking it as much as she could. Her head bobbed back and forth, being only able to get a small amount of it down her tiny throat. She pulled her mouth off and slid her tongue up his dillhole, licking up some precum that was finding its way out and swallowing it lustfully.

Caramel suddenly got up and gave Twist a serious look. Twist looked up at him, taken aback and not sure how to respond. With a casual smirk, he said, “Oh, you’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

“I’m such a horny slut,” she said before kissing Caramel’s neck. “Show me what you do to whores like me.”

Caramel bent her over, grabbed her by the hips and slid his penis into Twist’s orifice. She gasped in pain at the sudden shock of how big stallions’ cocks really were, but after a few deep strokes, the pleasure was overpowering the pain. His testicles rammed against her sobbing wet hole as he violently humped her. Twist added by thrusting her pelvis into his, sending his cock deeper inside her.

“Ahhh,” she moaned quietly. “I’m so tight right now.”

“Shut your mouth, slut,” he said demandingly as he spanked her. Twist screamed in pleasure. He loved how dominant he was being with her. His cock was growing even larger, stretching her vagina as wide as it would go as her walls caved in tighter.

A few moments into their passionate thrusting, Twist’s vagina completely latched onto Caramel’s penis. Even with all the lube that Twist was leaking, it grew so tight that Caramel couldn’t pull it out. Grabbing onto her waist, with all the force he could produce, he pushed his way through the narrow cavity, making Twist scream longer and louder as he gradually made his way through her orifice. Luckily, more vaginal fluid was starting to pour now, making the slippery sex that much easier.

Caramel put Twist on her back and got on top of her, pounding her again as violently as he could. Twist’s moans suddenly became pants as she gasped for air in the heat of their passion. She wrapped her hind legs around Caramel’s back, hugging him tighter with every stroke Caramel made inside her.

Twist’s voice began to crack, sounding as girly as she could get. “OH! Yes! Yes! OH! AH!” Caramel’s humping picked up his pace. He was going to ride this filly until he came. The mere sound of his crotch smacking against Twist’s was loud enough to compete with the volume of Twist’s moans.

As Caramel felt close to cumming, he pulled out and licked up the filly’s vaginal juices. He brought his mouth into Twist’s fillyhood as deep as he could go, drinking the lube as it flowed down his throat. Twist rubbed her clit violently. It became a match to see who could give Twist the better pleasure.

“MMMMMM I’m gonna cum!” Twist shouted. A fountain of pleasure shot out of her pussy like a waterfall. It completely covered her body and Caramel’s. She lifted her pelvis up to release any last cum that she could before she wobbled back to the ground, her vagina pulsating.

Caramel used his tongue to wipe Twist clean, stroking his member. Her hips were still inadvertently pressing upwards as aftershocks sifted through her body. The muscles spasms made her breathe heavily, which fueled to Caramel’s throbbing cock. Seeing the filly covered in her own pleasure, her face filled with seductive lust, all of it made Caramel hornier and hornier.

He leaned back and released his cum like a canon onto the filly, getting his sperm all over her face and body. The flow began to calm down, turning into a slow, pulsating faucet over the foal’s genitals. Twist’s face was flustered with the steaming arousal that covered her, turning into a seductive smirk as she took a hoof-full and put it into her mouth. Using her other hoof, she pushed the stallion’s seed into her vagina so she could feel the sticky warmth of his cum between her labia.

“I really liked that,” she said, seductively putting some more of his semen into her mouth. “I should get going, though. I don’t wanna get in too much trouble. I don’t want a spanking from anypony but you.” She winked at the stallion, which almost caused his member to lengthen itself again.

Twist licked up the remaining semen from her body and trotted off towards home. “Yup,” she said to herself. “He tastes just like I thought he would.”

E

The first thing Twist did upon returning home was take a long, relaxing bath. She noticed on the way home that even though she had licked up almost all the cum on her body, it still left a sticky residue that she couldn’t quite get out.

Leaning back into the water, she went over in her mind all the dirty details that encompassed her day. She loved how Caramel took what he wanted. Maybe Twist was better at being a slut than at making sweets… or maybe she should use her talent of treat making to help her draw in boys! Who would be next though?

Thinking over the experience, she thought about who could possibly give her the experience that Caramel gave her. Maybe Featherweight again? No, his dick wasn’t big enough. Applebloom had a boyfriend, though, didn’t she? That musician guy. No, he’d probably be even smaller than Featherweight. She wanted the biggest, longest, hardest cock she could find.

Then, idea struck. “Hey, mom!” she called. “Do we have any more apples?”

“Yes we do,” her mother replied from outside the bathroom door. “Why?”

“I was just thinking that candy apples sound delicious.”

The next day, she rushed home from school and immediately began making the best candy apples she had ever tasted. She wanted to eat them right then and there, but she knew that she’d get to taste something even better if she were patient. Carrying her novelty sweets with her, she trotted over to Sweet Apple Acres.

“Hey, Applebloom!” Twist said, galloping towards her friend.

“Howdy, Twist,” she replied. “What’re you doin here?”

“I made some candy apples today and I just wanted to share them with you and your family.” She handed a candy apple over to Applebloom, who ate the whole thing in one bite.

Licking her lips, Applebloom exclaimed, “Wow, Twist! Y’all must be the best sweets-maker ever!”

“Thanks, Applebloom! Say, do you know where Big Mac is? I think he’d like to try one out too.”

“Sure. He’s out in the barn.”

“Thanks again, Applebloom!” Twist waved good bye and turned towards the barn. The anxiety was hitting her harder than ever. If he said no, there would be no way she could overpower him. The more she thought about it, the more out of breath she became.

Twist opened up the door to the barn and poked her head in. “Hello? Big Mac?”

Big Macintosh was fixing up hay bales with a pitch fork in his mouth. As he saw the filly, he dropped the pitch fork and walked closer to Twist. “Eeyup?”

“I uh… um… hi!” she stuttered. Big Mac’s expression didn’t change, but Twist knew she had to come up with something quick. “I uh… I made some candy apples and thought you and your family might like to try one. I mean…” She fought through her nerves enough to bat her eyelashes at the large stallion. “Applebloom just tried one and said she liked it. Would you like a bite?”

“Eeyup.” Twist gave Big Mac the candy covered apple. Licking his lips, Bic Mac stared down the scrumptious treat before taking a large bite out of it. His lips curled in a large smile at the delicious candy treat. “Wow! You must be a natural at this candy-making stuff! Thanks, Twist!”

“Oh, no problem.” With that, Big Mac walked back over to the hay bales and picked up his pitch fork. “Is there uh… Is there anything else you want? I can make another one right now.”

Big Mac thought about it for a second before casually replying, “Nope.”

“Really?” Twist said, finally getting over her nerves. She walked over to Big Mac and ran a hoof down his leg. “I’m sure there’s something else I could give you, if you really wanted.” The stallion looked down at the filly, who was biting her lip and winking at him.

“Twist?”

“Don’t worry, Big Mac. I know how hard you work. You must be so tired. Why don’t you just take a minute to relax?” Twist pushed Big Mac back, causing him to stumble and fall onto the hay bale that he had just worked on.

“Twist, what’re you thinkin?”

“Oh, nothing.” She got on the hay stack next to him and ran her hoof up his chest and to his cheek. “Just that I’ve been awfully lonely lately, and I thought maybe I know how we can fix both our problems.”

“The only problem I have is a little filly whose parents I’m gonna have tah talk to pretty soon.”

“But Big Mac—”

“Out. Now.” Twist sadly complied, hanging her head low. She got off the hay stack and slowly walked towards the barn door. As she walked away, Big Mac couldn’t help but notice how her tail swayed back and forth as she walked and how her flank had those perfect curves with each step. “Twist…” The filly looked behind her, still inadvertently showing her backside to the stallion. “Maybe I seemed a little harsh. Come back.”

Twist’s interest was suddenly caught. She couldn’t go too fast too soon, but she might be able to get what she wanted after all. “I’m sorry too. I just… I’ve had these urges lately and—”

“I know. Don’t worry, those are natural. Everypony gets them.”

“Even you?” Twist knew he did, but she had a plan.

“Eeyup. Even me. The problem is, though, ya can’t go around talkin like that, especially tah grown stallions like me.”

“But what do you do to get over those urges?” Twist tried seeming as innocently dirty as she could.

“Well, it don’t come easy, but y’all are gonna have tah ignore ‘em.”

“You know, I’ve heard of something that some ponies do. I’ve never tried it, though.” She lowered her hoof to her vagina and rubbed small, passionate circles. “Mmmm that does take care of things.”

“Twist, y’all can’t be doin that.”

“What do stallions do? I mean, if you don’t have a vagina, how do you masturbate?”

“I don’t.” Big Mac’s face was stern, but deep down, he was trying to suppress those urges that were subtly arising.

“What would happen if you tried rubbing it up and down?”

“I… I uh…”

“Won’t you try it once for me? Just so I know if it works or not.”

“No, Twist. I ain’t gonna—”

“Which do you prefer on mares? Plots or vaginas?” She got up and lifted her tail in the air. She pulled her flank to the side, stretching her butthole. “Personally, I think I have a nice plot.”

Big Mac gulped. His member was starting to outwardly grow now. “I’m into plots, but—”

“Do guys ever put their dick in there? I wonder what it’d feel like.”

“Twist, I—”

“Has a girl ever let you violate her, Big Mac? Has there ever been a mare who would give you her body and let you explore? If a girl gave you her body, letting you do whatever you wanted to her, what would you do? I’m just so curious. I’m just a silly little filly.”

The stallion gulped again, knowing that he was about to make the worst decision he had ever made in his life. “OK, I’ll teach you how boys do that thing without having a vagina.”

“Yay!” Twist cheered, jumping onto the hay bale next to him and giving him seductive looks. Big Mac brought his hoof to his penis, which gradually grew, pulse by pulse. Timidly, he began to rub up and down his shaft. It felt so good that he lost reality in the sight of passion. “Can I try?” Big Mac closed his eyes and nodded his head. Twist’s hoof was about half the size of Big Mac’s, but that just added to the effect. She was so gentle with his cock. He thrived in that feminine touch that Twist had. “Wanna try it with me?”

Big Mac looked down to see Twist spreading her lower lips and smiling seductively at the stallion, her chest rising up and down as she tried keeping her breath. The stallion nodded and unhurriedly ran his hoof against the top of Twist’s vagina. Twist let off a quick moan and laid her head back. She spread her legs farther, giving Big Mac plenty of room to work with. His pace was starting to pick up, running along the crevice of her labia, spreading the lower lips wider and wider.

“Mmmm,” Twist purred. “Get my clit.” The stallion complied, rubbing circles around the filly’s nub. Twist moaned at the sudden brilliant sensation. His hoof was so large. Big Mac was a real man, handling her like a lady, but she wanted more than that. She wanted to be treated like a whore, like a dirty slut, and like a very naughty filly.

Twist picked up her head and put it on Big Mac’s giant cock. As she sucked it, it began to grow larger in her mouth. She could hardly bob her head, so she made as much use of her mouth as she could, grinding her teeth against his shaft, licking up and down, and sucking as hard as she could. Big Mac inadvertently lifted his pelvis upward at the feeling. Twist had never had so much dick in her mouth before. She loved it. She wanted more. Pulling her mane out of her face, she brought her mouth further down his shaft, sending more of it down her throat.

She pulled her mouth off, spat on his cock and rubbed it up and down, getting it as wet as she could get it before bringing her mouth back for more. She was pushing herself harder and harder, trying to put as much of his penis down her throat as she could. She was finally at the point where she could bob her head easily up and down, making even Big Mac moan a little.

Twist took his mouth off of Big Mac’s shaft and stuck her butt in the air. “I want you so bad,” she said. “Spank me. Hurt me. Do whatever you want to me. I’m your little slut tonight. I want you to be as dirty as you can get.”

Without thinking at all, Big Mac grabbed Twist’s tail and pulled it up. Twist knew what was about to happen. Just the thought of it was making her drip. Then, Big Mac stuck his enormous cock into Twist’s tiny butthole. It was excruciating pain. Twist screamed at the top of her lungs, which Big Mac took to mean that she was enjoying it. He pushed it in and out, going farther each time. Twist was trying to keep herself from crying. It was more pain than she had ever been in in her life. She loved it, though. The pain just meant that Big Mac was showing her who was boss.

Sensing her pain, Big Mac stopped. “You OK?”

“Keep going,” she moaned. “It hurts so good. AAHHH!”

Big Mac continued forcing his cock down the filly’s butthole, stretching it as wide as it would go. Twist couldn’t help but rub her clit, which was on fire, begging for attention. As he humped her, Twist was being pushed forward and pulled back, her body being sent backwards as forwards against her will.

Big Mac stopped, leaned back on the hay bale and picked Twist up with him. Twist looked back to see what was going on, but was immediately flustered with a new type of pain. His cock was now going up her tight, narrow vagina in a backwards cowgirl style. Twist’s mouth hung open out of pain and lust. She gasped for breath followed by high-pitched groans.

“Louder,” Big Mac said, spanking Twist, leaving a large red hoofprint on her backside. Twist screamed in pleasure. He spanked her again, making Twist scream even louder. She was bouncing on Big Mac’s dick as he did it. She could only go halfway down his cock, just because of how tight she was. She was determined, though. She bit her lip and pushed Big Mac’s cock further into her filly orifice. She was screaming as she pulled more and more of his dick inside her. Within moments, she was bouncing up and down Big Mac’s penis, her pelvis slamming into his balls as she went down.

He pulled Twist off of him, turned her around and put his cock back up her pussy. Their chests pressed harder into each other with every thrust of Big Mac’s penis. He was thrusting the filly what seemed like several feet forward with every pump of his hips. His pace was getting faster, and Twist knew what this meant.

She leaned back, humping Big Mac as hard as she was being humped. Her lady lips were sliding against his smooth shaft, leaving her slimy juices behind. “Oh yes! OH! Big Mac! AH! Ohhhh so goooooodddd.”

Before she knew what was going on, Big Mac grabbed her by her hips and shoved them as close to his as he could. Holding her there, he let his seed explode inside the little girl. Twist screamed louder than she had ever screamed in her life as cum shot inside her like a rocket, filling up so quickly that a lot of the cum couldn’t even make it into her vagina and shot back onto Big Mac’s pelvis. There was so much cum that she couldn’t take it.

Her own walls began to contract. She quickly took her vagina off of Big Mac’s cock, rubbed it profusely for a moment and squirted her feminine liquids all over Big Mac’s dick. When she was done squirting, she brought her mouth to Big Mac’s flaccid penis and licked up all of her and Big Mac’s cum.

The two were completely out of breath. Knowing that they could both be in serious trouble for what they had just done, they ignored the world and smiled at each other. “Big Mac,” Twist said between pants. “Your dick… is huge.”

“Eeyup.”

Author's Note

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