Getting to Know One Another
Fire crackled in the hearth as Spellswirl laid in his living room. His nose was buried in a thickly bound tome, absorbing him in its pages. Forest green eyes scanned each page with care while Spellswirl laid on a bed of similarly colored pillows. Occasionally he would look up, his gaze darting from the door next to the fireplace, then to the calendar on the opposite wall. He sighed gently and returned to the book looking almost defeated. It had grown later than he had expected, and it almost seemed like the effort he put into grooming himself had gone to waste. With a silent nod he rose from his spot and closed the book with a thud. The Unicorn strode towards the coffee table while the green aura of his magic carried the book in tow. Setting the text down, he glanced out the bay window to his right, only to see the last of the sun's rays peeking out from beyond the walls of Canterlot.
“I guess he’s not coming today.” He stated with a shrug.
Spellswirl stared into his reflection for a moment, the deeper blue of his coat melding into that of the sky just as it began to darken. Though his house was warm, he felt a sudden sense of coldness overcome him at the realization that he’d be spending the night by himself.
“Guess I’ll start dinner.” The Unicorn added before leaving his lonely vigil for the comfort of the kitchen.
Spellswirl cooked in relative silence, breaking it only to sing to himself or hum a melody as he worked. Ingredients flew too and fro while wrapped in green light. Some of them crashed together like galaxies colliding before combining themselves into something entirely new. Spheres of light held the mixing contents for a moment, allowing them to meld sufficiently before transferring them to cookware. Yet as soon as he put his creations in the oven a knock sounded on the door.
Spellswirl’s heart leapt in his chest. He rushed out of the kitchen, straightening his chocolate brown mane and tending to his coat with a simple spell. A beat passed while Spells calmed himself and made ready to welcome his new housemate. Without further hesitation Spellswirl threw open the door while his lips curled into a jubilant grin.
“Welcome home, Turquoise!”
Spellswirl stared up at his new friend, taking in everything about him all over again. His cool blue eyes and confident smile. The piercings in his ears, and his fuzzy gray coat. Spellswirl found him transfixed as he stared up at his new companion until he spoke.
“Nice to see you again, Spells.” He returned with a nod. “Something smells good.”
“Yea, I was cooking dinner. I made enough for both of us.”
“Cool. Mind helping me with moving a thing or two in first?”
Spellswirl returned the nod and helped Turquoise with the last of his belongings before returning to the kitchen. The Pegasus sat at the center island, watching Spellswirl almost intently while the smaller Unicorn tended to his creations. Spellswirl opened the oven, releasing the smell of butter, cheese, and freshly baked bread. Turquoise raised an eyebrow in surprise once Spellswirl laid the spread out before him. Baked ziti whose cheese still bubbled and steamed, releasing its rich aroma. The bread with cheese and garlic baked in, whose buttery brown crust split with a satisfying crackling as Spellswirl cut it. A puff of steam rose from the loaf, adding the scent of garlic to the atmosphere while exposing the soft, fluffy innards of the bread. Spellswirl quickly pulled a head of lettuce out of the fridge and swiftly made them into a salad which he topped with a tray of toasted pecans he had left in the oven.
Turquoise stared at the spread before him while Spellswirl fetched him a cider with glee. He knew Spellswirl liked to cook, but never had he expected that it would look or smell so good. Spellswirl watched his reaction with pride as he set down a glass of cider and chilled it with magic. Even at the simple trick Turquoise was taken aback as he felt the frosted glass.
“How’d you do that?”
“I told you I worked with magic.” Spellswirl replied kindly. “Simple morphology. Should keep your cider nice and cold for dinner. There’s more in the wine cooler next to the dining room table. Feel free to have at it.”
“Thanks. I think I will. You didn’t go out of your way to cook all of this for me, did you?”
Turquoise wore a sly smirk as he asked Spellswirl, making the Unicorn’s heart skip a beat.
“I may have had you in mind. I-I mean, since there’s two of us, I figured why not make your first night memorable?” Spellswirl replied as a touch of red flushed his cheeks.
“I see what you mean.”
The larger stallion took a sip of his cider as he watched Spellswirl bring the food out to the table, his pudgy plot bouncing with the spring in Spellswirl’s step. He wore the same grin while following the little stallion into the dining area.
“So will you be cooking often?” Turquoise asked as he casually stretched his wings as if to adjust them.
Spellswirl stared at the gray pony’s wingspan, the gentle hint of red in his cheeks growing slightly darker. He couldn’t help but take every aspect of Turquoise. His stature and deep blue mane. Plus a wingspan that made Spellswirl wonder what other impressive assets he had to show off. He finally tore himself away to continue setting the table.
“Y-Yea. I love cooking for stallions.” He paused for a second, his heart skipping a beat. “Well, you know, ponies in general and such.”
Turquoise couldn’t help but chuckle at the statement before taking a seat at the table. He sat back casually and nodded while Spellswirl finished his task. The cider was sweet on his tongue when he drank and even as he finished his first glass, Spellswirl didn’t hesitate getting him another. As if he liked bending to Turquoises’ whims.
The two talked the rest of the night. Everything from common interests to setting up schedules. All the while, Spellswirl looked Turquoise up and down as he repositioned himself in his chair. Even as they went to bed, tired and slightly drunk, the Pegasus moved with a surprising strength and confidence that made Spellswirl need to take a deep breath before he could clear his mind. That night Spellswirl turned repeatedly in his bed before he could get to sleep, his mind abuzz with more emotions and thoughts than he knew how to deal with. All melding together to create an agonizing background noise of unrealized desire.
Morning light streamed into his room, illuminating the various book shelves that hugged the walls of his living space. Spellswirl woke with a groan, covering his face as if to ward off the sun. With some effort, he rose from the bed and downed an entire glass of water before making his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. He brushed his mane and coat with care. Working to catch the eye of a particular stallion. Once finished he steeled himself and thrust open his door.
Stepping out into the hallway, his resolve immediately shattered. Turquoise casually walked by, no doubt on the way down to get breakfast. His mane looked mussed as if he had just woken. Yet what made Spellswirl blush unabashedly was the swinging erection that throbbed between Turquoises’ legs. The Unicorn couldn’t help but stare and take in every inch. Even his own member started to swell before he could stop it.
“Morning Spells.” The Pegasus offered with the same spellbinding smile. “Something wrong?”
Spellswirl was almost speechless to the point of leaving his mouth hanging slightly open. Even with the Pegasus standing before him, he could only keep his eyes on Turquoises’ face for so long before darting back to have a look at his impressive cock.
Turquoise, on the other hoof, chuckled as he looked over Spellswirl like an opponent whom had already known they’d won. He yawned and stretched his wings once more, letting Spellswirl watch with obvious wanting.
“Sorry about the morning wood. You know how it is. Mine just lasts a while if I don’t take care of it.” He paused, watching Spellswirl give little more than a nod. “Seems you’ve got the same issue. Though I could have sworn you weren’t hard when you first stepped into the hall.”
Turquoise walked past without another word, making his way downstairs as he made a small effort to fix his mane with a hoof. Spellswirl followed after him with a thunderous heartbeat in his ears. He made his way towards the kitchen while trying to make minimal eye contact with Turquoise, then immediately set to work. Once more ingredients flew together, mixing on a molecular level as he worked his magic. By the time he was done he still could not get Turquoise out of his head. Even the thought of him was enough to get Spellswirl’s mind to cloud over with desire. Against his better judgement, Spellswirl found himself in the living room to retrieve his housemate.
“Breakfast is ready-” Spellswirl stopped as the words caught in his throat.
Turquoise laid back on a pile of pillows, facing towards the kitchen as if he knew this exact moment would come. He smirked at Spellswirl with his legs spread, and his member still standing tall. Suddenly Spellswirl could see every inch of him from balls to tip and all he could do was drink in the sight. His balls looked so full that Spellswirl couldn’t help but feel a sudden surge of longing. He physically fought with himself, feeling his muscles screaming to urge him closer. Perhaps his resolve would have won out if Turquoise hadn’t spoken.
“See something you like?” He mused with confidence.
Spellswirl was surprised to find himself nod at the question. He could see the red in his cheeks migrating down his muzzle, clearly visible through his coat. There was nothing he could do save stare and attempt to withstand the waves of lust that crashed over him in time with the gentle throbbing of Turquoise cock.
“Don’t be shy then. Why don’t you come lay down in front of me?” He tossed a pillow between his legs and gestured to it grandly.
“But breakfast-”
“Let it get cold. I have a feeling there’s something else you’d rather be doing right now.”
Spellswirl could no longer help himself. He strode over on breathlessly shaky legs. His whole body quivered for Turquoise. Step after step passed, and to Spellswirl it seemed like an eternity before he found himself situated with Turquoises’ softly pulsing shaft before him. Unable to help himself, Spellswirl gaped at it, looking from every angle.
“I-It’s so big a-and beautiful.” Spellswirl confessed timidly.
“You’re welcome to touch it.” Turquoise offered as he nestled into the pillows a little more.
Spellswirl looked up at him and nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. The aura of his magic enveloped the whole of Turquoises’ length. He admired every edge and contour of the Pegasus for a moment, feeling them out with his magic. Until finally a ring of green light formed at the base before slowly making its way to the tip. The light shimmered and shook, creating gentle vibrations as it descended back down. Spellswirl watched the ring move intently as the Pegasus he pleasured let out a sigh of contentment.
“Theeere we go.” Turquoise said with a sly grin. “How about you give my balls some love?”
Without hesitation, Spellswirl lowered his head to the stallion’s sack. His mouth continued to hang open, letting his tongue droop from his lips. With a timid lean forward his tongue was set alight with Turquoises’ flavor. He couldn’t help but moan with pent up desire. What started as a timid lick soon turned to Spellswirl taking turns cradling each of Turquoises’ balls on his tongue. He passed from orb to orb, circling each of them sensually. All the while, he looked up at Turquoise who’s cock began to flow with precum. He wanted to see the pleasure in his face. The utter delight from his efforts. Nothing else mattered.
Turquoise looked back with satisfaction, his member throbbing more vibrantly as he stared into Spellswirl’s eyes. The little pony wrote his desires in his stare and Turquoise read them like a book. He knew Spellswirl wanted much more than to worship his balls. Even if the sight did please him immensely. Instead, he suspected he should see what Spellswirl was capable of.
“You know, you can do more with that cute little mouth.” He offered. “Why don’t your mouth and magic switch places?”
Almost reflexively, Spellswirl’s tongue started up Turquoises’ length. The taste was something out of a fantasy. So deep and vibrant that Spellswirl could barely contain himself. He could scarcely wait to taste Turquoises’ seed in earnest. Even the flavor of his precum was distinct and captivating. Spellswirl slowly circled the tip with his tongue. With each pass he tasted another surge of precum, eliciting another lustful groan. Finally he could no longer deny himself. He needed Turquoises’ cum more than anything he could think of. Desire boiled over inside him until he could no longer hold his tongue.
“Can I suck your cock, Master?” Spellswirl almost moaned to the Pegasus.
Turquoise did little more than laugh at the title, finding it oddly fitting where he and Spellswirl were concerned. Meanwhile, the Unicorn grew wide eyed. He had never expected it to slip out. Only in his fantasies had he ever called anypony by such a title. Turquoise wore the same smirk he always had, radiating a self assuredness that lit a lustful flame inside Spellswirl. After what seemed like minutes of studying Spellswirl, the Pegasus finally nodded.
“Sure, if I’m gonna be your Master, you’d better get used to the taste.”
Before he could say anything else, Spellswirl stuffed his mouth with the nearest and best thing he could. He took nearly half of Turquoises’ length inside him before wrapping his velvety lips tightly around the shaft. It was warm and throbbed with such vitality that Spellswirl couldn’t help but be mesmerized. Yet all of that was made even more delightful by the taste that bombarded his tongue as it began massaging the shaft. It made him quiver all over again just to have Turquoise in his mouth.
The Pegasus couldn’t help but let loose a satisfied moan once Spellswirl was firmly around his shaft. He looked down at the little pony, feeling his warm and tender lips hugging him so tight. How his tongue gently stroked him and felt for any sweet spots within reach. As Spellswirl pulled back, his lips tightened a little more until all that remained was Turquoises’ tip in Spellswirl’s mouth. He could feel the little pony’s tongue lapping up his precum. Suddenly, The Unicorn’s lips tightened again and Spellswirl thrust forward, taking a little more of the impressive length inside him. The stallion groaned once more, feeling his tip press against Spellswirl’s warm throat.
“Thaaat’s a good little cock sucker.” Turquoise groaned with contentment.
Over and over Spellswirl bobbed his head along the shaft, worshipping it with his lips. Each time he took a little more of Turquoise inside until the tip popped in and out of his throat. He could see the satisfaction in his Master’s face. How he grinned and groaned at the Unicorn’s efforts. It spurred Spellswirl on with the desire to see his Master writhe with bliss. He pulled back and took a deep breath before thrusting once more. Spellswirl pushed well past his previous destination, pushing all the way down to Turquoises’ sheath. The Unicorn pressed his muzzle to his Master’s crotch, looking up at him with curious, pleading eyes. As if asking Turquoise if he was enjoying himself.
Turquoise watched with utter delight while his breath grew heavy with all the attention. His member throbbed deep inside the little Unicorn, making his throat bulge lewdly. He could feel Spellswirl’s tongue circling his sheath as his lips kissed it with reverence. Everything about Spellswirl was as much practice as performance, and he appreciated it. The way he put so much care into it and made each thrust special.
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
There was a complete satisfaction in his smile that made Spellswirl’s horn flicker to life. He immediately wrapped Turquoises’ balls in magic while letting the length throb in his throat. The aura carefully caressed both the Pegasus’ balls, trying to coax them into releasing their nectar as soon as they could. Finally, Spellswirl pulled back with a gasp. Even as he did his best to breathe, he still bobbed his head near the tip of Turquoises’ cock. Not a moment would pass where Turquoise wasn’t feeling some kind of pleasure. At least not if Spellswirl had anything to do with it.
Once his breathing had returned to a steady pace, Spellswirl took another deep breath and thrust forward again. He repeated his actions, not stopping until he kissed the base of Turquoises’ glorious cock. Yet he did not hesitate to pull back and ascended the shaft slowly. As he pulled away, his tongue caressed every contour and vein of Turquoises’ cock. He read the veins like a cartographer would map a mountain range, drawing a map to Turquoises’ pleasure with just as much care. Each time he thrust forward he would do the same thing on the way back. Though with every pass he sped up until he reached a steady rhythm. He could feel Turquoises’ cock begin to throb dramatically, signalling he was closer than even his confidently content expression would betray.
Spellswirl’s efforts were more than Turquoise had expected from the little guy. Yet he surely wasn’t going to say anything on the matter. He counted himself lucky to have a pony like Spellswirl as both a roommate and cock sucker. With every pass of the blue pony’s tight lips, his cock was coaxed into throbbing again and again. It was warm, wet, and he didn’t have to lift a hoof for it. In fact, as he looked down, Spellswirl glanced back up with the same curious gaze. He wanted Turquoise to cum and the thought of having a pony lust after him so unabashedly was more than exhilarating. Everything Spellswirl did was calculated just for his pleasure, from the way he sucked his cock to the magic around his balls. He savored every moment of it, knowing he would have Spellswirl to himself for a good long time. Until he let his friends have a go at him… Someday.
“You’re such a cute little cock sucker. You look so good around my dick. Like it’s where you belong, huh? ” There was a smile in his voice that flowed thick with delectation. “You’ll get your reward soon at this rate. Maybe this’ll have to be your breakfast more often.”
Spellswirl could see Turquoise wouldn’t be able to hold his composure forever. His moment of pleasure was upon him, and Spellswirl was there to both eagerly usher him in, and catch his Master’s mess. Turquoises’ words made Spellswirl’s head swim in a daze of delight. He wanted it to be true. To belong around the Pegasus’ member as much as he belonged doing his research. He nodded slightly as he pulled back, agreeing with his Master the only way he could. This was everything he had wanted, and he would gladly work for his breakfast every day from there on out.
With Turquoise so close, Spellswirl made sure to pleasure only what would fit in his mouth. His magic took over pleasuring the bottom half of Turquoises’ shaft, and for a moment the stallion looked confused. Yet in meeting Spellswirl’s eyes, he could read the answer plain as day. Spellswirl wanted to taste his Master’s cum. To commit it to memory and crave it every morning. Even savor its flavor as it washed over his tongue. The whole idea was enough to set Turquoise over the edge.
Pleasure coursed through him in waves that felt as if he were drowning in it. With eyes half lidded, he groaned deeply with every passing wave of bliss. Even as his cock throbbed with the first fatefully orgasmic pulse, Spellswirl continued bobbing his head obediently. Not a second was wasted for Turquoises’ pleasure. Spellswirl had earned his reward, and by the ecstasy rushing over Turquoise, he would have it.
Spellswirl watched his Master moan as if in slow motion. How he basked in orgasmic rapture and seemed to never want it to stop. The Unicorn knew what it meant for him and reveled in it. He pulled back to lap at the engorged tip, as the first shot of Turquoises’ cum burst into his mouth. It hit his tongue immediately, filling his mouth with delightful flavor. Though it was salty, there was a uniqueness to the taste that Spellswirl immediately fell in love with. It was Turquoises’ flavor, plain and simple. His essence surged into Spellswirl’s mouth again and again, coating his tongue. It was all he could taste, and Spellswirl’s eyes fluttered with bliss. A gurgled moan escaped him before finally swallowing the first eager mouthful. Even when the next came, he would still drink his Master’s seed as though he were dying of thirst. Until the flow would subside and leave Spellswirl with little more than the memory of a taste he would long for even seconds after he’d swallow the last drop.
Turquoise felt Spellswirl lapping at his tip as the first hot, thick surge of semen would shoot from him. Even his calm, confident form quivered as it left him. Then again as the second one followed suit. He could see the utter gratitude in Spellswirl’s face as he visibly gulped down his every shot. It only made him all the more blissful. Sensation rippled over him in waves, and after a few more powerful pumps, he was in a daze. All he could feel was pleasure that swirled and exploded in his mind, again and again. Each time he pumped another thick stream of cum into Spellswirl, he could feel the explosions going off once more. Even then, Spellswirl’s attentions were the only thing to cut through the fog.
After what seemed like minutes to Turquoise, the flow began to subside. The haze of ecstasy lifted to reveal Spellswirl swallowing down the last drops he had to offer. Even then he continued to bob his head back down the entirety of his shaft, eliciting a pleasured groan from Turquoise. Obediently, Spellswirl cleaned his Master’s cock before simply sucking the length once more. To the Unicorn’s surprise, and delight, Turquoise was still hard as a rock. His tight lips caressed the shaft idly as though Spellswirl saw this as his new default state.
“That was something else.” The Pegasus confessed breathlessly. “You’re one good little cock sucker.”
Spellswirl’s horn glowed faintly as the stallion spoke, adoring his every word. The magic around Turquoises’ balls had faded, though assigned to an even more important task. Tendrils of green light erupted from Spellswirl’s horn. They slithered through the air like luminescent snakes before wrapping the little pony’s neck. The band of light grew more uniform as the light faded into oblivion, leaving behind a black leather collar around Spellswirl’s neck. On the front, a tag bearing Turquoises’ cutie mark glimmered. While the rest of the collar bore the words “Property of Turquoise” sewn in gold thread. Spellswirl finally took Turquoise out of his mouth, if only to respond. Even then his magic took over stroking the stallion with affection.
“Thank you, Master! You tasted so good.” He offered before licking Turquoises’ cock again. “May I have more later?”
Spellswirl would have begged for another dose of Turquoise cum right then and there if he knew the stallion could offer it. However, Turquoise merely grinned and nodded gently. He admired Spellswirl’s handywork with conjuring and couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride that Spellswirl would so willingly submit himself. It only made Turquoise want to claim him all the more.
“You can have more now. Just not in your mouth.” He added before Spellswirl had the chance to wrap his lips around him. “Why don’t you turn around and bend over for me?”
As Turquoise made his request, Spellswirl felt his heart leap in his chest. He looked up at his Master for a beat, his face growing redder by the second.
“I-I’ve never had a stallion mount me before.” He conceded.
“You?” Offered the Pegasus with some surprise. “Oh, now I have to take that sweet ass for myself. If you think you can take me.”
Spellswirl froze in place as he weighed his options. Turquoise was confident, but not pushy. He would stop if Spellswirl refused. What surprised Spellswirl most though, was that he didn’t want to refuse. He wanted to save himself for a special stallion, and Turquoise was a stallion like no other he’d ever met. Yet he had no idea what Turquoise felt about him beyond physical desire. Beyond their conversation the night before, he wasn’t sure what they had in common. All he knew the first time he met Turquoise was that he was outgoing, handsome, open minded, and could pay the rent. It was more than most could say considering how elitist the rest of Canterlot could be.
Still, he had no intention of denying Turquoise. Whether his feelings were physical or emotional, Spellswirl could see that Turquoise would treat him right. Both ponies rose from their seats, much to Spellswirl’s surprise. Turquoise smirked and ushered Spellswirl over to the pile of pillows. To which the little pony acquiesced, laying over top it with his plot in the air. He lifted his tail obediently and conjured a length of silk to tie his tail up and out of the way. All the while, Turquoise admired his rounded cheeks and tight, puckering hole. Even going so far as to give them a squeeze. Which only caused the fading red in Spellswirl’s cheeks to come back in full force.
“So, you think this cute little ass can take me?” He asked with a firm pat on the butt.
Spellswirl nodded and began to stroke the stallion’s length with his magic. With each pass, he conjured a thin layer of lube, accumulating more and more as he stroked Turquoise. At the same time, his plot received its own coating to welcome its new Master with ease. Spellswirl had spend so much time in his room playing with toys of all different sizes. Though none of them were quite Turquoises’ length, he had magic to help him with the rest.
“Yes, Master. Please fuck me. Please, I need to feel you inside me.” His voice strained with desire. “I can’t think of any other stallion I want to own me. To make my ass his. Please don’t hold back. Make me know whom I belong to. I want to feel like I’m yours.”
Turquoises’ cock throbbed with every word Spellswirl let spill out. He stepped forward and climbed his way onto Spellswirl’s back, mounting him with enthusiasm. Spellswirl savored the feeling of his Master’s weight pinning him to the ground. Once more, his entire body quivered with desire. Ripples rushed over him as Turquoise poked at his plot with purpose, easily finding its mark. Spellswirl braced himself. His breath heavy and he couldn’t silence the thudding of his heart. Everything about him tingled with a mixture of anticipation and fear. He opened his mouth to speak, unsure of what to say, but Turquoise unknowingly cut him off.
“Ready, my little pet?” Turquoise whispered sensually before nibbling one of Spellswirl’s ears.
Spellswirl’s worries and resolve melted away. He gave a nod in response before he felt Turquoise pull back to line up his entry once more. A heartbeat later, Turquoise pressed himself against Spellswirl. The Unicorn welcomed his new Master, hugging his tip tight as it pushed inside. Just as it seemed Turquoise was going to pause for Spellswirl to acclimate himself, he pulled on Spellswirl’s shoulders while giving a hard thrust. A lustful moan forced itself from Spellswirl while inches of Turquoise disappeared inside him. Even the Pegasus himself let out a pleasured groan at the tightness of his new cock sleeve.
“You’re so tight! I mean, you took me like a champ, but you’re one tight assed virgin.” The remark sprang from Turquoise even as he pulled back out to thrust again. “Might take all morning to fix that.”
The thought of Turquoise fucking him all morning sounded like heaven to Spellswirl. Already, he adored the feeling of the Pegasus so deep inside him. It was warm and throbbed gently against Spellswirl’s plot. Even the feeling of Turquoises’ hips on his was enough to make Spellswirl moan.
Once he had pulled back enough Spellswirl felt the Pegasus thrust passionately. A sudden wave of desire coursed through him as their hips collided with a slight “smack.” Turquoise repeated the gesture over and over, repositioning himself to find Spellswirl’s sweet spots. He hugged the little pony close, making sure to keep him stable to take every inch he had to offer. Each time he pulled out, Spellswirl grew tighter like he was trying to keep Turquoise inside him. Yet every time he thrust, Spellswirl grew ever so slightly looser as if to welcome his Master home. Once more satisfaction roamed the halls of Turquoises’ mind, painting a satisfied smirk on his face. The thrill of dominance, and having such a tight ass to himself was more than enough to smile about. Even if Spellswirl did have his mouth open wide while panting and moaning with ecstasy. Culminating in a powerful and blissful groan as he swiftly found Spellswirl’s most tender areas.
The Unicorn could feel every inch of Turquoise inside him so vibrantly. He felt like a lock that had just found its key. As soon as the winged stallion found his sweet spot, everything became a blur to Spellswirl. His entire face went red as he attempted to withstand a tempest of rapture. Each time Turquoise hit the right spot, his plot would tighten a little more before loosening back up. It was almost thrilling to know his pleasure was in Turquoises’ skilled hooves. His own hooves grasped at the pillows for stability, but found nothing could help him withstand the storm. Spellswirl could feel the stallion’s muzzle bury itself in his coat right near the collar. Every breath was hot and strong, rushing through Spellswirl’s coat like a hot summer wind through a forest.
“You’re gonna be mine.” Turquoise promised. “You and this fuckable little ass you’ve got.”
Turquoises’ voice cut through the sea of joy that Spellswirl had been drowning in, giving him something to hold onto. Yet even his words would have done more to pile on pleasure if he didn’t already think he had reached his peak. His own cock already poured precum onto the pillows as he withstood the blissful pounding Turquoise visited upon him. Just as the stallion finished speaking, Spellswirl was plunged back into the depths. Turquoise nibbled Spellswirl’s neck just above the collar. He could feel the stallion’s warm lips on his coat. His teeth and tongue tantalizing Spellswirl’s senses while lost at sea. Everything was ecstasy, and he never wanted it to end.
Sweat beaded the two of them, dripping down their coats with the jarring force of Turquoises’ thrusts. Making a wet slapping noise as their hips met repeatedly. The way he so easily manipulated Spellswirl’s pleasure was like an art to Turquoise. He watched his work play out before him, driving Spellswirl to the brink of orgasm only to slow and let him come back down. Spellswirl was his toy in mind as well as body. The little stallion would become addicted to this kind of pleasure and beg for Turquoise to fuck him. The idea of it gave Turquoise such a rush. He found himself growing closer to his own summit before long. Yet each time he let Spellswirl come back down, so did he. This time he would not relent however, this time he would watch Spellswirl go over the edge. Watch him scream for more, and pledge himself to his Master.
“Tell me how much you love me fucking you.” He commanded with another powerful thrust, designed to send Spellswirl careening towards his moment of ecstasy.
As Turquoise finished his sentence, Spellswirl felt the sudden shift in how he thrust. Each pass gently brushed Spellswirl’s prostate, but this was more like targeting it. Spellswirl moaned with a voice strained by pleasure. His mouth open wide and his eyes shut tight. A face that would have been a testament to Turquoises’ skill. Suddenly, everything about Spellswirl exploded with delectation. He felt satisfaction rock him to his core. Cum soaked into the pillows as it surged from the Unicorn’s twitching cock. Sparks flew from his horn with each shot, making a miniature light show for Turquoise. All the while Spellswirl panted for more.
“OOoohh Turquoise!” Spellswirl yelled. “F-Fuck me, again. Please fuck me again. O-Oh stars, please. I’ll do anything. Just please fuck me again, Master!”
“With pleasure.” The Pegasus promised.
That was all he needed to know he had Spellswirl wrapped around his hoof. He thrust a few more times, letting Spellswirl bask in orgasmic bliss for a second before joining him. Turquoise cock throbbed sharply as he buried himself deep inside Spellswirl. A surge of rapture bombarded him as his second orgasm shook his frame. He moaned loudly for Spellswirl to hear, letting his seed fill the little stallion. He kissed and nibbled Spellswirl’s neck while swimming in his own ocean of glee, making the newly deflowered virgin quiver all over again.
As they both came down from their high, breath heaved from the two of them. They laid as one, letting their heads clear before either one of them could speak. Spellswirl didn’t know what to say. Should he thank Turquoise? Ask him what this meant for him? A thousand questions ran through his mind. All the while he just wanted to savor what Turquoise had given him. He didn’t feel different because he had sex. It was different because of whom he shared it with.
“Looks like somepony enjoyed themselves.” A breathless Turquoise admired. “Glad I could make your first time a good one. There’s a lot more where that came from.”
He pulled himself out of Spellswirl and rolled next to him on the pile. Much to Spellswirl’s surprise, he put his hooves around him and pulled him close. For a moment the questions in Spellswirl’s mind flared and came to his lips. He opened his mouth to speak them but found himself looking into Turquoises’ calming blue eyes and bold smirk. Spellswirl was struck dumb once more. He smiled gently and leaned forward. His open lips met Turquoises’ softly. They held their embrace for a moment, pulling each other close as they let their kiss linger.