Take a Lickin'
Twilight yawned. It was a quiet night in her castle, what with Spike and Rarity having a friendship problem to solve in Manehatten, and Twilight was eating all alone. The big castle was far from cold and uninviting, however. Munching on a hay sandwich she had quickly put together, Twilight looked up at the ceiling, at the huge root system; it was all that remained of her tree house.
The crunch of the dry hay was offset by creamy mayonnaise, and though it might seem bland to some ponies, Twilight adored the combination. Popping the last piece in her mouth with much gusto, Twilight almost coughed at a sudden interruption.
Bang. Bang.
Swallowing the food in a gulp, and then letting out a nervous laugh, Twilight got up from her throne. "I wonder who it could be?" Trotting out of the map room, Twilight made her way to the front door of her castle. Using her magic, she pulled half of the door open. "Hello?"
The warm summer evening held not a cloud in the sky. Warm, orange rays of light played across the stallion's body, adding unusual color to his normally monochromatic look. "P-P-Princess!" Trisk pawed at the step in surprise; he hadn't expected the Princess of Friendship to answer her door herself. "I mean…" He looked down at the ground, and wondered if bowing would be too much.
Twilight reached out a hoof to the still unknown (to her) stallion. "Would you like to start over?" She pressed under his chin, lifting his gaze up to her own. "Hello, I am Twilight Sparkle."
Trisk took a deep breath. "Hi Princess Twilight, my name is Trisk." His heart beat a staccato rhythm in his chest. "Z-Z-Zecora said I should talk to you."
"Zecora? Please, Trisk, come inside." Twilight backed away from the door, turned, and took a few steps. Trisk walked in after her, and she used her magic to close the door behind him. "I am sure that if Zecora sent you to me I can help. What is the problem?" She led the way back to the map room.
"It's about zebras, well, all of us in fact." Trisk couldn't help gazing at Twilight's body. An alicorn, he realized, really was the pinnacle of pony perfection: her hips were compact, but solid, her barrel was well proportioned, and her forequarters were toned. He could tell she didn't rely on her wings too much, and appreciated the care she had for herself.
"About zebras?" Twilight turned and caught Trisk looking at her plot like it was the tastiest apple in Sweet Apple Acres. While she certainly didn't intend to think about such, she decided to take it as a compliment. "What is the problem?"
"Our numbers are really low. We have been declining for a long time, but things have gotten a little worse of late. Old zebras are moving on without any young, and it…" Trisk, when offered a seat at the huge round map table, took the one with party balloons on it. "We have one more generation at most before we will be gone."
Twilight tried not to let her concern show too much, but it was impossible not to give any off. "And you think I can help?"
"I just want your permission, Princess. I would like to ask the mares of Ponyville to… help." The pause wasn't entirely theatrical; Trisk was nervous about asking for such. "Zecora made a potion that will, well, it will let a pony mare carry a zebra foal."
Having lifted her cup of tea to her lips, Twilight almost loosed the hot brew within across the map table. "As in, you would—" Trisk nodded to her. "And then the mare…"
"Would carry my foal. More would be better, but even if I could just father two zebra, if all my kin could, then we would be saved." Trisk smiled at the thought of cute little bobtailed zebra foals running around. It had been a long time since he had seen a foal of his own kin.
"I would be a poor princess if I didn't help somepony—someone—coming to me in such dire need." Twilight was about as nervous as she could get, although she had learned to hide it a little better than her younger self had. "And I would be poorer still if I didn't set an example."
Trisk didn't quite follow the implications of Twilight's words, beyond her agreeing it would be okay if he offered. "That is wonderful! Thank you, Princess Twilight! I knew you were the perfect princess to ask."
Twilight blushed, taking the words to mean Trisk implicitly sought her out instead of Cadance, Celestia, or Princess Luna. Cadance, she could understand, but Twilight was sure that Princess Luna would agree to help, and she was sure Princess Celestia would. Blushing, her mind turned back to how intently he had studied her, and she got a touch suspicious. "Trisk, why did you come to me, rather than Princess Celestia, or Princess Luna?"
Utterly confused, Trisk gestured behind himself. "Zecora said you would be the best to ask about it. She said she knew you better than the others, and that if anypony would let me ask such things in their city, you would." Standing up, Trisk gave a wistful sigh at Twilight. For a moment, a minuscule and tiny moment, he wished she would take him up on the plan. "Well, it has been good, Princess, but I should go; I have a big day to plan for."
Dumbfounded, Twilight watched Trisk get up and make for the door. She fumbled at her words for a moment before thumping her forehead with a hoof. "Trisk, I think you misunderstood."
Halting in place, Trisk felt his world drop out from under him. He thought Twilight had given him permission, but he suddenly doubted it, running her answer back through his head.
"Trisk, I said I would be the first to help." Nervous smile back, Twilight couldn't hide her feelings this time. Trepidation grew, and she wondered just how everything would be. She hadn't been with a stallion before, and though Trisk looked in perfect condition, she couldn't help but think of a bigger pony, around McIntosh's size.
Trisk's hooves were stuck to the floor. Nerves had grown fully into panic. His doubting from a moment earlier made him doubt even such plain words. "P-P-Princess?" He slowly turned to face Twilight Sparkle, and watched her stand up from her throne.
"Explain everything to me, leave nothing out." Twilight walked up to Trisk, and realized that despite his slighter stature compared to Big Mac (there weren't many ponies that stood anywhere near Big Mac, after all), she could see things she liked in his shape. He wasn't overweight at all, and he had the oddest, swirling green cutie mark she had ever seen. She worked her eyes up Trisk's body, noting the single horseshoe-shaped gold band around his neck, and some more jewelry in his ears. She smiled at him, liking what she saw—exotic.
"W-W-Well, th-the potion will m-m-make a mare receptive and—and really horny. Zecora wanted to make sure I didn't do anything bad with it, so I can't actually hold the potion myself." Words growing more steady as he got to Zecora's curse she had placed on the potion, Trisk reached for the little saddle bags on his back, and lifted them onto the table. "It's in there."
That he admitted the potion would loosen her morals reassured Twilight. "So I will want to breed, as it were?" Her question got a nod from Trisk. "And you can't even hold the potion? It must be potent then." She reached out with her magic and levitated the side of the bag open, and plucked a glass vial out. There was nearly a dozen of the little things. "This is it?"
Trisk could only nod as Twilight brought the potion closer to her mouth. Thing low in his body tightened, and he couldn't help but get aroused at the thought of what Princess Twilight Sparkle was going to let him do. "I—" He started and stalled, faltering on explaining an aspect of himself. Steeling his nerves, Trisk tried again. "I like to be dominant."
A student of life and reader of books, Twilight had some idea what Trisk meant. "You like to take control?" She seemed ever able to get Trisk to nod. "I am not sure how I will respond, but you are welcome to try, so long as you don't hurt me."
Bowing at last, seeing the perfect moment for the gesture of respect, Trisk kept going until his snout touched the floor. "It would be an honor." As he straightened back up, his breathing stopped completely; the flask Twilight had been holding in her magic was now empty.
The taste of the liquid had been nothing short of horrible. Twilight gagged a little at the taste. "I would have thought Zecora would have discovered citrus flavoring by now." She saw the stunned look on Trisk's face, and couldn't help but smile. "We should probably go somewhere more discreet."
Trisk was only able to nod, and follow when Twilight led the way out of the map room. Stairs the Castle of Friendship had in spades, and Trisk learned just how many there were. He was afforded the most amazing of views as he ascended.
As Twilight started up the stairs, she felt a warmth start. Her belly was the first to feel the potion's heat, and slowly it began to spread outwards. Her forelegs, neck, and back legs all started to tingle with warmth, but two places felt it a lot more. When the heat reached Twilight's plot, she sucked in air. She had played with herself before, but this was more than casual pleasure, this was need.
By the time Twilight reached the top of the stairs, the heat had reached her head. Her need was seemingly doubled. Blushing, she couldn't get images out of her head. At first the flashes were of the ponies in her textbooks on sex, but not ten steps after those started, she was in the mare's spot, and Trisk was in the stallion's.
Following his nose now, Trisk stared at Twilight's fully exposed vulva and anus. Her tail was flagging nearly straight up, and Trisk was treated to the most amazing scent he had ever experienced. His shaft hung fully extended now, achingly hard and ready.
"In…" Twilight almost forgot what she was saying, but managed to drag her thoughts away from the lusty daydreams of being rutted by Trisk. "In here."
Trisk had no trouble following Twilight, and practically pranced into her bedroom. Lifting one leg, he kicked the door firmly enough that it gave a loud bang as it closed.
Twilight spun around at the loud sound, snapped from her lusty daydreams by the sudden noise. Her eyes fell on Trisk instead of the door, and she saw a rampant stallion with a possessive look in his eyes.
"Down on the floor." Trisk's voice was oddly steady, and even he realized he sounded like a different zebra. When Twilight moved to climb onto her bed, he stomped a hoof sharply. "On the floor like the broodmare you are! I will inspect you."
Eyes wide in shock, Twilight dropped to her belly on the floor. She looked up at Trisk as he walked around her, her eyes at a perfect level to see every inch of his shaft. It looked like the drawings she had seen, and yet not. This penis was real, and no amount of Haycart's Method had made those book-dongs anything but flat.
Trisk watched Twilight looking at him, and his grin widened. "I wonder what my broodmare has for me?" He reached down with a hoof and grabbed Twilight's still-flagged tail. "Up with your rump, I want to inspect you."
Lifting her rear up, Twilight pushed her back legs under herself while her chest was on the floor. The moment a big, flat tongue touched her vulva she squealed. He licked from the base of her slit—right at her winking clitoris—along her thick lips and to her perineum. The second lick made Twilight's eyes bulge out, as he didn't stop until he kissed her dock. She felt him lick again, and she couldn't stop squirming at the touch to her tightly-clenched ponut.
Tasting the princess, from her musky vulva to sharp and slightly salty anus, Trisk shuddered in anticipation. He pressed his tongue at her lips, pushed firmly, and shoved his tongue into Twilight. Her whimpers and moans were music to him, and though part of him could have spent all night just toying with her, he would keep his word. He yanked back on his tongue, and to his delight he had to fight her clenching muscles.
Circling around, Trisk turned to face Twilight, and shuffling forward as he sat, dropped his penis down so that it lay along Twilight's face.
Staring up in shock, Twilight could see the underside of Trisk's length, and part of her ached to get it inside her. She began to move, to pull her snout back from the tickling fuzz on the underside of his scrotum, when a stomp caught her attention. She froze in place.
"Making sure my broodmare knows my scent." Trisk explained. "It is important you know which stallion is your master, and which one you may breed with." A gentle rock of his hips pushed his shaft up Twilight's face so that his balls sat astride her snout. The feel of her horn rubbing beside his shaft had a pearly jet of lubrication bubble from his tip and into Twilight's mane.
Pinned under Trisk, every breath Twilight took smelled of him. Of Trisk, her master. She fought with her mind at first, trying to play it all off as a game, but stuck with his feel and his smell pervading her thoughts, Twilight relented. Inhaling deeply, she smiled and closed her eyes.
"Up. Stand up, my broodmare."
Trisk's command was quickly followed. Twilight pulled back and stood up, her wings slightly spread and hanging low, with her tail held so high that her tail curled forward and hung on her back. She could still smell him, his musky scent pervaded her olfactory sense, and it made her mouth curl into a smile.
Twilight was so caught up in presenting herself, that she was surprised when Trisk's weight landed on her back. Neighing excitedly, she jostled in place until he shoved himself against her. He missed on the first attempt, but when he lined up and bucked a second time, Trisk sank in.
Tight, squeezing vagina welcomed Trisk's shaft. Before he could even buck to claim Twilight, he felt her push back. The stolen control infuriated him, and Trisk stamped a back hoof to the floor sharply. "Front end down!"
Twilight immediately folded her forelegs. Her rump was still in the air, and the bittersweet, slight pain of being taken for the first time was giving way to the sheer pleasure of being claimed. But Trisk wasn't pushing in, and with her position Twilight couldn't push back. She whimpered in need, and opened her mouth. "Please…"
"Beg properly, my broodmare. You know what words will appease me. Say them." Trisk's body was held in check only by his dominance. If he were a more forgiving zebra, he would be bucking the Princess for all he was worth. Such was not how a proper stallion acted, however.
"Please…" The word was all Twilight's mind could make sense of for nearly a minute. She squirmed, and tried to push back, but nothing worked. "P-P-Please… Trisk?"
"My broodmares call me master."
The final word echoed in Twilight's lust-dazed head. She couldn't stop it from becoming a label, and then a title. "Please… master?" Her eyes widened, her pupils narrowed to pinpricks, and Twilight's voice rushed from her lungs in a moan as Trisk pushed into her.
Not stopping until his groin pressed firmly against Twilight's rump, Trisk was in his element. Twilight had used the one word that got him more horny than anything else. The concept of a mare as powerful as Princess Twilight Sparkle calling him master gave Trisk all the impetus he needed. His hips pulled back, and the dance began.
So wrapped in his dominant fantasy was Trisk, that he didn't notice the slight change in color of Twilight's fur. In the same vein, Twilight's eyes were clutched tightly closed, so she didn't notice the stripes forming around her cannons.
In and out. The dance older than civilization played out. Trisk felt himself approaching his end, but wanted a better angle. "Down, broodmare!" He shoved all his weight down on her croup.
Twilight's back end slowly started to sink. Trisk's words no longer made sense, but it didn't matter because he was using her as he wished. The cool floor pressed up under her belly, and Twilight felt her master continue. The friction inside was beyond anything her books had described, at once it made the world feel bigger, magic brighter, and caused her to want to sing.
Whimpers and a repetitive sigh caught Trisk's attention. He looked down at Twilight's darkening muzzle. The pattern of her fur didn't register to him, only that he was screwing an alicorn so hard that she couldn't keep quiet.
Lost in the haze, Twilight soared as her master took her. She felt magic deep inside prepare a special welcome, even as he pushed her along the floor with the force of his thrusts. Lolling her tongue out of the side of her mouth, she didn't resist when Trisk rolled her over to her back.
Facing the sexy zebracorn under him, Trisk could only focus on her eyes. She looked up with such hunger that he quickly approached his end. Trisk bucked for everything he was worth, and as his body tensed up, he felt a pulsing on each flank.
A green glow swelled up above Twilight, though she didn't care. Trisk was swelling inside her, and the pressure pushed her over the edge. She squealed and screamed, bucked around and struggled under her zebra lover. The orgasm had been a rush to come on, but it persisted when Trisk slammed down against her body.
Blossoming heat inside Twilight caused a second orgasm to push all thoughts from her head. There was only room for pleasure, and she embraced it with her master atop her—within her. Each pulsing swell of heat inside shoved Twilight deeper into an abyss of bliss from which she didn't think would ever end.
Trisk was in awe. He had shoved himself as deep in Twilight as he could, and she was taking every inch. She was almost divine, an alicorn, and she was his. With her wings flapping weakly on each side of him, Trisk pulled back and out. "Get up."
The words didn't make sense to Twilight; nothing made sense to Twilight. Her master growled them again, and this time she figured out what he wanted. Rolling to her side, and then belly, Twilight tried to stand up. Striped legs pushed down, hefting her dirty gray body up to her hooves. She looked back over her shoulder just in time to see Trisk climb onto her again.
"Hold!" Trisk's command was immediately obeyed, and he shoved his re-hardening shaft back into Twilight's body. She was used, but that didn't matter to Trisk. His senses were locked on breeding Twilight, the smell of her body marked her as not just horny, but his, and the combination left him dizzy with need. Her back-left hoof shifted. "Hold!"
Twilight lowered her head and braced her legs. Trisk started over, as if he hadn't just screwed her beyond thinking, as if he would always be ready to breed. The thought of her master breeding her for the rest of her days appealed to Twilight's drugged mind, and distracted her from the feeling of a shorter, stiff-bristled mane atop her head.
Trisk was living his purpose. Destiny was sometimes hard to figure out, but when he had found himself able to climax again and again, he had worked out what his was. Each thrust was a deliberate drive, a hip-shaking shove as deliberate as a stomp. The goal was a simple one to Trisk, but it was literally the aim of his life. Twilight Sparkle would carry a zebra foal, and it would be his foal.
It was a simpler way of thinking, for Twilight. She could ignore all the intricacies of sexual stimulation, of making sure her partner was enjoying himself as much as she was. She let go of all such problems and let Trisk worry about it. She held steady for her master, let him shove all the pleasure he could into her, and soon was rewarded by another blossoming of heat.
Feeling his broodmare jostle around, Trisk could feel her contractions grabbing at his throbbing shaft, and knew she was in the throes of ecstasy. It was a simple process, one that any two animals of compatible construction could partake. Trisk bred Twilight, he fucked her, he made sure she knew that he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied.
Again Twilight felt Trisk pull from her, but this time he walked around in front of her. She lifted her head and smiled weakly. The smell of sex was all around, and Twilight couldn't get away from it.
"Down."
Twilight lay back down, and again her master sat before her. This time there was a wet plop as his shaft came down on her face, and his balls pressed against her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, and trembled.
Trisk watched Twilight orgasm from the musky smell of his semen and balls, and it almost made him climax again. "Smell me, know me."
The words sank in, and Twilight did exactly as instructed. Her lungs puffed out as she drew in Trisk's thick scent, and it marked her very mind with its intensity. She started breathing as deeply as she could, wanting more of it—more of him.
Standing up, Trisk circled Twilight. He smiled at the thin line of his seed painting up her dark snout to her spiky mane, and considered her well-trained. Coming down atop her rear, he lined himself up with the sopping mare's entrance and pushed down.
Twilight couldn't feel Trisk's belly on her back, and it was something she found herself craving, but without a command to she couldn't build the willpower needed to do it. Laying, clenching her teeth at how good it felt to be taken by her master, she stared at the dark stripe on her left foreleg. The fur still had a slight hint of purple to it, but as she watched, and was screwed more, even that faded.
Trisk finished in Twilight again, and didn't even take the time to pull out before starting over. His body was flush with energy, even after serving the Princess several times, and he wasn't sure if he would ever stop.
Twilight's cheek pressed to the floor, and she watched as the dark ring became a solid black, her purple fur fading to white. Her tongue lolled out once again, laying it on the floor and painting a little trail with it as Trisk kept up his seemingly constant breeding. She was his broodmare, she didn't care about anything else at the time but getting with his foal. When he sent another deluge of his seed rushing into her, she barely managed a groan.
Shifting his hips a little, Trisk smiled, then started to buck again.
Twilight woke up to the bright sunshine pouring in through the window. It was a wonderful day, and she felt more wonderful than she had before in her life. Shifting a leg, she felt the weight of something settle more firmly atop her back.
The world narrowed, and Twilight's eyes widened at the memories that started to rush back. She remembered her complete capitulation to Trisk's dominance, and counted that as something she would like to try again. She was about to get up, when she realized that he zebra in question was still atop her, still within her.
She hadn't noticed the sense of fullness, not after what Twilight had been through. She felt used, filled, and she was sure she could feel her belly bloated a little. "T-Trisk?"
"Mmm…" Trisk's mind stirred a little at his name, but it wasn't until he heard it again that he regained consciousness properly. "What hap—" Trisk froze. He was atop the most gorgeous zebracorn mare he could ever imagine. Atop her, and within her. "S-S-S—"
"Don't you dare say sorry. That was amazing." Twilight stretched her wings to each side of her, and completely failed to notice the dark patterns upon them. "But can you get off now? I need to go and clean up."
The tone of the voice tickled something in Trisk's memory. He couldn't remember a zebress quite like the one he was on, but chivalry demanded he acquiesce to her request. Pulling backwards, he drew his still-hard shaft from her body, and smiled as she sang with each inch removed. The squealing voice further stimulated Trisk's memory, and sudden shock filled him.
Twilight moved forward and stood up. Stretching, she felt something begin to dribble down her back leg. Not noticing the stripes that patterned her fur, she strutted to the bathroom, ignoring a gaping Trisk.
Using her magic to turn on the bath, Twilight set the plug and turned to the mirror to inspect what she knew would be a mess on her face. The zebra staring back at her indeed had some dried mess from nose to horn, but it wasn't the dried seed that made Twilight scream.
"I didn't know!" Trisk said the words again, and added, "I am so sorry!" just to be sure. He was huddled on the throne with three balloons on it again, but he felt a lot less confident.
"I can't believe…" Losing track of her words, Twilight stared at one outstretched wing. White feathers, with black stripe patterns graced the wing, and spoke volumes for why she was angry. "I am a zebra!"
Trisk pondered using the same words again, but dismissed it. "I'll go get Zecora, maybe she can—"
"After." Twilight pulled her wing back and looked at her foreleg.
Blinking, Trisk looked at the monochromatic princess. With her slightly puffy belly, she was a symbol of what zebra mares should be—so far as Trisk was concerned. "After?"
"The potion is still working." Twilight ruffled her wings and shook a little. "And I know you have a way to help me get over it,"—Twilight's lips curled up, and she pouted her lips before continuing—"master." He was the only stallion she could think of that she would say that to, and it was definitely something that spiced up sex.
Trisk's eyes widened as Twilight climbed up onto the map table, and she turned to offer her striped flank to him. There was nothing in Trisk that could hold him back, not willpower, and definitely not honor. "Head forward, my broodmare…"