My entries to the Sexty Minute Pony Stories and the Equestria After Dark "Speedclop" prompts
My entries into the Sexty Minute Pony Stories project (see http://sextyminuteponies.tumblr.com/ for more information) and the Equestria After Dark Speedclop prompts.
Short, quick, and more or less cloppy tales of ponies, all done in 60 minutes.
Prompt #2: Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie play a game
Twilight Sparkle locked the door to the library behind her as Pinkie Pie bounced over the threshold. She had plans for tonight.
“So, Pinkie, you're up for a rematch?”
“Absototally! Last time was fun!”
Yes, thought Twilight, it was fun. It wasn't often that she got an opportunity for both mental and physical stimulation.
The chess board was set up in a quiet corner, comfortable pillows taking the place of the chess clock. Spike was out gem hunting. They'd have a few hours alone.
“OK, Pinkie! I'll go easy on you and let you take White.”
Pinkie and Twilight took their positions next to the board. Pinkie lips locked with Twilight, and Twilight savored her cotton candy kiss as a pink hoof made the first move, advancing the Queen's pawn two spaces. Twilight lifted an eyebrow, pushed her King's pawn forward one space, and returned Pinkie's kiss, slipping her tongue into the pink pony's mouth.
Pinkie's tongue pushed against hers as Twilight heard Pinkie move, pushing her King's pawn forward two ranks. She wasn't just being aggressive with her kisses, she was trying to take control of the middle of the board. Time to open up on the Queen's side – Twilight pushed her Queen's Knight's pawn ahead to begin her flank.
Pinkie's bouncy pink flank was also looking pretty inviting, and Twilight buried her face in Pinkie's cutie mark.
Pinkie giggled. “Hey, silly! Not so fast!”
She had moved her Queen's Knight to the third rank of the Queen's Bishop file, bolstering her bid to control the middle of the board. Twilight countered with a flanchette, Queen's Bishop to Queen's Knight seven.
Pinkie countered by moving her King's Bishop to Queen's three, even as she nibbled and licked Twilight just beneath her ear.
It was one of her favorite spots. Was Pinkie trying to distract her? No matter, she challenged Pinkie's King's pawn with her King's Knight, advancing it to King's Bishop six.
The purple unicorn bit her lower lip. It was so hard to stay focused when Pinkie did things like that. Time to take the initiative.
Her horn glowed, and Pinkie squeaked as Twilight's magical touch gently stroked Pinkie's haunches. A gentle probe between her back lips revealed that something was getting Pinkie excited; she was shockingly wet.
“Hey, Twilight! Are you trying to distract me?” Pinkie pushed her King's Knight to King's Bishop three, and gently pushed Twilight onto her back with a playful poke of her hoof.
Twilight advanced her Queen's Pawn two spaces as Pinkie spread Twilight's rear legs. Feeling Pinkie juice up like that, her eager little clit swelling beneath her hood, made Twilight hot. Her friend's warm breath made her melt with anticipation.
Pinkie took Twilight's Queen's pawn and got down to business. Fine manipulation may be easier for unicorns, but a lifetime of experience using their mouths and tongues made Earth ponies legendary for their oral sex skills. Twilight countered Pinkie's capture with one of her own, moving her King's pawn to Queen's five, in the few seconds she had before Pinkie's poofy mane began bobbing over her overheated pussy.
Pinkie castled King's side and got down to business, lapping at Twilight's clit like a salt lick. Holy crap, thought Twilight, she's good at this.
Twilight moved her King's Bishop to King's seven to prepare to castle while she still had her wits about her. Pinkie's tongue was warm and her rhythm was intoxicating. Twilight felt a little insulted as Pinkie off-handedly moved her King's Rook to King's one.
Twilight castled King's side and let her horn answer Pinkie Pie's wonderfully sloppy oral. Slipping a tendril inside her, Twilight noticed that her baker friend was wet and messy on both ends.
Pinkie moved her Queen to King's two before releasing a surprisingly satisfying gasp as Twilight intensified her magical dildo assault on her pink party pony pussy.
Twilight moved her King's Rook to King's seven, in preparation for giving Pinkie a reaming on the board, too.
Pinkie caught her breath for a second and slid her Queen's Bishop up to King's Knight five. Twilight almost thought she was trying to compensate for the magic-dicking Twilight was giving her. Her tonguing certainly was becoming more intense, matching the tempo of Twilight's thrusts.
Twilight tried to solidify her position by moving her Queen's Knight to Queen's seven. She quickened the pace of her thrusts as Pinkie increased the pressure on the board by moving her King's Knight to King's five. Twilight advanced her King's Rook's pawn a single rank to threaten Pinkie's Queen's Bishop.
Pinkie's gasps of pleasure briefly interrupted the game as her big blue eyes rolled into the back of her head. That didn't stop her from pushing her Knight to King's Bishop seven, threatening Twilight's Queen.
Not bad for a pony who's stuggling not to cum, Twilight thought. Twilight moved her Queen out of danger to Queen's Bishop eight.
Twilight gasped as Pinkie's tongue slipped inside her. The purple unicorn's concentration faded as her friend tongue-fucked her loose, eager hole, pushing her Queen deep into Twilight's side of the board, advancing it to King's six.
Dammit, thought Twilight, why does she have to be so good at this? She was under pressure on the board, and far closer to orgasm than she had anticipated. She pulled her Bishop back to King's Bishop eight.
Pinkie moved her Knight to King's Rook's six, putting Twilight in check. Twilight reacted the only way she could – after catching her breath, she moved her King to King's Rook's eight.
Pinkie moved in for the kill, thrusting her Queen deep into Twilight's King's Knight's eighth, just as Twilight lost all semblance of composure, soaking Pinkie's muzzle in her juices.
Twilight looked at the board in a haze. The mate had taken her by surprise, at least as much as her messy orgasm. Capturing Pinkie's Queen would only delay the inevitable.
Never underestimate Earth ponies, Twilight thought, as she tipped over her King.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh...” Her voice was excited, she was almost panting.
The gilt letters read:
“You are cordially welcomed to THE SPONSORS' COTILLION – 6 PM, 17th of March, Wonderbolts Derby Aerodrome, Canterlot – RSVP, semi-formal attire.”
Rainbow Dash was used to adrenaline, to the roller-coaster ride between exhilaration and enervation that made competition thrilling, and victory sweet. It was in her nature to see this as a challenge.
But what kind of challenge? She looked over at her Gala dress, looked herself in the mirror.
Something was wrong, but she couldn't put her hoof on what.
She needed to do something, and do it now, before she lost her nerve. This was her big chance, an opportunity she couldn't let pass, but it was also a new kind of challenge that she was poorly equipped to face.
Her only chance was to get the right kind of coaching, the right kind of practice, and she knew just the mare for the job.
She grabbed the invitation, and set off in a steep dive to Ponyville.
Rarity sat on a pillow in her studio, and concentrated intently on a single swath of silk hanging from the shoulders of an equine mannequin. It still wasn't draping right, and no matter how she pinned it, she couldn't convince the dumb fabric to bend to her will. The whole ordeal was making her decidedly grumpy.
The whoosh of air followed by a flurry of knocks on the front door of Carousel Boutique provided a welcome distraction. She had every reason to suspect that it was Rainbow Dash, and throwing open the door confirmed her suspicions.
“Rarity, I need your help! This is really, really important!”
“Well, of course, dear. Come in and catch your breath.”
Rainbow Dash slunk into the white unicorn's boutique. Rarity could see that Dash already felt out of her element; she seemed to shrink a little as the door closed behind her.
Rarity tried to reassure her. Poor thing, even a simple hoof treatment at the spa was enough to make her insecurities flare up. Dash pulled the invitation out of her saddlebag, and Rarity levitated it over to examine it.
“I need you to help me get dolled up for this party. This is my big chance to impress the Wonderbolts' backers, and if I'm lucky, I can find a sponsor to nominate me! It's my big chance to live the dream! Can you help me? My Gala dress is –”
Oh my, thought Rarity. Disaster looms.
“Darling, you need to stop for a moment. It says 'semi-formal' right here. You do understand what that means, right?”
“What?”
“The last thing you want to do is over-dress. It will seem like you're desperate for attention!” Rarity flipped her mane out of her eyes.
“But! But I am desperate for attention! I mean, I want them to notice me!”
“Well, of course you do. Which means it needs to start from their side. You, on the other hand, need to look and act....”
Rarity considered her words carefully.
“at least twenty percent cooler.”
The irony of the statement and Rainbow Dash's puzzled expression tickled something inside of Rarity. This was going to be fun.
“Get out of those saddlebags. We have work to do.”
The theory was simple. Rainbow Dash had a sleek, muscular body and a striking mane and tail. Assuming she could avoid any major faux pas, her roguish personality and looks should turn the heads of those snobby Canterlot unicorns Dash needed to impress.
“The whole idea of semi-formal attire is to level the playing field. Fortunately, there are ways to garner attention...” A set of lacy black nothings floated up from a trunk behind Rarity. “...now hold still.”
A pair of sheer panties. Yes, simple, black, and flattering...
Dash struggled a little as Rarity guided them over her taut haunches, closing the strap around her tail. Rarity stroked her cheek to try to reassure her.
It seemed to be working. Dash relaxed just a tiny bit.
She helped Rainbow put on the translucent, silky stockings. “Now, pay attention. The seam goes in the back. Clip the garter here on the side, like so.”
Rarity took a moment to admire her handiwork. This was going better than expected, Dash looked positively scrumptious in her simple sheer black lingerie. The slightly dazed look in her friend's rose-colored eyes reminded her just how out of her element Dash felt. Onwards...
“Now, the next part is the little black dress. Ever since that design I made for Twilight was so successful, I've been experimenting with somewhat more flattering cuts, and I think I have just the thing to highlight your wonderful athletic body.”
Rarity pulled the tube of stretchy black fabric, thin and clingy enough to flatter every curve of Dash's body, opaque enough to mostly hide the lingerie, over her friend's head.
The décolletage was cut to leave Dash's wings and tail free, and highlight the sky-blue pegasus' trim frame.
Rarity took a step back, and admired her friend.
Even without an elaborate hair-do, Rainbow Dash was stunning. Rarity pointed her at a mirror, and whispered in her ear.
“See? You look lovely, and I promise you won't be over-dressed.”
Dash's face was a mixture of emotions. Rarity could tell that she was obviously relieved at the relative simplicity of her outfit, but there was still an undercurrent of anxiety.
“I... I guess so, Rarity...”
Rarity had often wondered why a natural beauty like Dash would be so insecure about her femininity.
“Turn around, darling,” she said, and maneuvered a second mirror so Dash could get a look at her rear. “Just look at yourself.”
The stockings were devastating, and the colorful shock of tail emerging from the décolleté of her dress, with a teasing glimpse of the strap securing her panties, instantly drew the eye to her trim, firm haunches, as did the straps and seams of her sheer stockings.
“Bend over,” said Rarity. “I want you to see something.”
The skirt was relatively high on her back legs, and as Dash bent over, a tiny glimpse of translucent black peeked out from beneath the hem.
“I know male gaze, dear. This is your secret weapon.”
Dash looked up at Rarity. The confidence in her eyes was still missing. Rarity bit her lower lip. She was going to enjoy this...
“Wow. I... I look good. But...”
“The important thing is to be yourself. You'll get your attention, darling. And the rest is up to you.”
“I...”
There was nothing to be done. As beautiful as Dash was, she needed something extra to boost her confidence. Rarity bent down and whispered in Dash's ear.
“You look positively ravishing, and that's exactly what I'm going to do to you. Now, let me show you how to get those clothes off...”
Prompt #4: "The first morning of the honeymoon for Rarity and her special somepony."
“Oh, Celestia, yesss....”
She sprawled on the messy bed, the back of her hoof on her overheated white forehead, biting her lip in a way she knew would rouse him from whatever remained of his exhaustion and his hangover. They finally had some time alone, and they had been eagerly putting it to use. Her wedding dress hung on a chair in the hotel, his tuxedo was scattered on the floor.
His hands slid over her body, and he gripped her shoulder as he guided his shaft into her. She was very ready for this – his fingers and lips and tongue knew the spots that drove her wild, that made her melt.
Sensing her desire, his pace increased. He had done such a good job of getting her ready.
She wouldn't need long.
In a manner of minutes, she was panting his name – her new husband's name.
“Chris... Chris... oooohhhhh....”
She had spent so much time imagining her perfect wedding. It had never been easy for her to find that special someone who would be her perfect mate; reality had a way of disappointing her.
Perhaps she should not have been surprised that she would find the right man for her in another universe. With him, reality had finally trumped her romantic dreams.
He was so very good at this, this human she had fallen in love with. A sweet, lapping wave of pleasure took her, and she moaned his name as she climaxed.
They lay together on the unmade bed, enjoying the warm after-glow. As she came back to her senses, she heard his voice whispering in her ear.
“So, why did Dad leave the reception so early? Mom looked really mad.”
Rarity giggled. She loved pillow talk and she loved gossip.
“Well, it was his own fault. I just can't believe what they did...”
“You know what my Dad said when we first started seeing each other? 'Son, she's a horse.'”
Rarity laughed. She still had enough of a hangover that it hurt a little.
“Oh dear. Well, now he certainly knows better.”
He chuckled. “Tell me what you saw.”
The first cross-universe wedding had been a big deal, both for Chris and his family and friends and Rarity's herd of comrades and acquaintances. A good chunk of Ponyville came to the ceremony, and even Princess Luna joined in, helping the pastor bless their union.
All of Rarity's closet friends were there, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie. Twilight had made a wonderful bridesmaid, helping Rarity make it through the preparations and organize their honeymoon. Applejack brought Big Macintosh and Apple Bloom along, and Apple Bloom had roped Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle into serving as flower girls. Pinkie Pie was responsible for the reception, and had invited most of the town to the celebration.
A horde of colorful ponies streamed out of the church after the ceremony. Rarity noted that Twilight caught her bridal bouquet. They had rented out the suite of one of the fanciest hotels in town for the reception, and soon Pinkie Pie and Vinyl Scratch had the mixed crowd of humans and ponies out on the dance-floor.
A few ponies avoided the hustle of the party, and kept themselves a little apart. Princess Luna was alone, but she looked sincerely happy for the bride and groom, and observed the celebration with a broad smile.
Rarity took a brief break from dancing to see to the guests. Her father in law and a familiar green unicorn mare were off in a corner talking amiably while they sipped their drinks.
Lyra Heartstrings was fascinated with the new world, and the strange humans that inhabited it. Rarity was only too happy to give her the chance to get to know it better.
“Oh my, if only I had known...”
“Lyra, huh?”
“Don't be angry at her, she's a darling – and I think she's in enough trouble with Bon Bon.”
Rarity noted the rapport budding between her father-in-law and Lyra, but thought nothing of it. But as the party wore on, she noticed that Lyra and the older human seemed to be spending most of their time together. Was Lyra flirting with him?
A few hours later, Princess Luna needed to leave early, to return to her duties in Canterlot. Rarity graciously offered to fetch her travel cloak from the coat check.
She heard the muffled grunts as she located the Princess' cloak. They certainly sounded like they were having fun. She couldn't resist sneaking a peek.
Lyra's front hooves stretched out in front of her, and her head was down low, eyes half-open and mane mussed, her haunches held high with her tail arching over her green back.
Behind her, Rarity's father-in-law was balls deep in the minty man-loving mare, pants around his knees, thrusting vigorously, his hands firmly grasping her green harp-festooned flanks.
“Oh, God,” Chris couldn't stop laughing. “It hurts to laugh....”
“I know, darling. In case you were wondering why I starting drinking so much.”
“I understand....” Chris had to gasp for breath between fits of laughter. “I understand completely.”
As Rarity hurried away from the sordid scene, carrying the Princess' cloak, she saw Bon Bon and her mother-in-law closing in on the garderobe.
There was nothing to be done. It was only a matter of time. Rarity quickly presented the Princess' cloak with a bow, and was in the middle of wishing the Princess of the Night as safe journey home as the screaming began.
“Are you scandalized?” Chris asked playfully.
“Scandalized, shocked, and appalled,” replied Rarity. “If it weren't so hilarious, I'd be mortified.”
Equestria After Dark Speedclop Prompt #1: Ponies roleplaying.
You knew why you had come here.
Canterlot didn't have run-down neighborhoods, exactly, but the whole city wasn't only made of palaces and schools and spires and shops. There were shady avenues where at the right time of night, less reputable business was conducted.
The prostitutes you had seen so far weren't really doing it for you. Slender, somewhat ragged-looking unicorns looked at you with suspicion as they stood beneath the street-lamps, trying to look casual. Short skirts covered their haunches, hiding their cutie marks.
As you rounded a corner, you stopped suddenly.
She stood in a pool of yellowish light, a head taller than you. In better light, she would be radiant white. Her mane floated in the air, the colors of sunrise, sunset, and storm. Her graceful wings fluttered, and she beckoned you over with her long horn.
You were thunderstruck – you half expected guards to swoop out of the shadows and drag you away in chains, or worse, but the silence of the side street was interrupted a melodious, playful voice saying, “Don't be scared, big boy. You have to pay extra before I bite.”
Her ample flanks were covered with a thin, translucent band of fabric barely deserving to be called a skirt. A few rays of her cutie mark her visible.
It was her... but....
She pouted, and fluttered her heavily made-up eyelashes. Her eyes were the rosy color of dawn.
“Aren't I pretty enough for you? There are more girls down the way.”
You stammered and began to bow.
She hissed at you, “No, you fool. No bowing.”
You looked up at her, feeling the ground spin beneath your feet.
“120 bits and I take you 'round the world. I've got a place in back, we can go there. You can take a shower, then you got an hour. Interested?”
You nodded, Was there really any other choice?
Her hips swayed as you trotted beside her. She gave you a wink, and pulled you close with a wing. “Don't be nervous, sweetie. You're gonna have a good time.”
The apartment was clean, but small. A large bed took up most of the space, and she lay down and purred, “Hurry up, I'm waiting for you...”
You washed quickly, still disoriented by disbelief. You were.... she was....
Nothing felt real as you rinsed the soap from your coat.
She rolled over on the bed, leaving you a space. Her voice was calm. “You just lie down and enjoy...”
Your arousal won out over your awe. She smiled broadly as your cock peeked out of your sheath. “Let me help him along.”
Her tongue welcomed your prick out to play, teasing more and more of your length out of your sheath with broad strokes of her tongue.
This was happening. This... you closed your eyes as the winged unicorn took your cock in her mouth, and her head bobbed up and down on her long neck. Wet slurping noises filled your ears, and a tiny voice in the back of your mind wondered where she'd banish you to if you came in her mouth.
She certainly knew what she was doing. Evidently, she had quite a bit of experience.
She popped your cock out of her mouth, and looked you straight in the eyes.
“Ready for the main event?”
You nodded vigorously.
She rolled over on her belly and lifted her tail. It wasn't just her eyes that were the color of dawn. Her sex was a delicate pink, puffy and swollen. Pinker parts had come out to play.
You mounted her, and a golden mist of magic guided your rock-hard shaft inside her. Her wings spread.
She growled, “Rut me, boy.”
It all seemed to go so fast as you eagerly fucked her wet, willing hole. She buried her face in the pillow and closed her eyes. Her muscles expertly grasped you shaft, making her hot wetness surprisingly tight. You couldn't hold back long. She moaned with a little whinny as you blew your load inside her.
She smiled. “Well, that was quick.” She didn't sound disappointed, but professional, just like when she told you her price.
Something in the tone of her voice told you that you weren't going to be punished for ejaculating too quick. Something about her put you at ease.
“You... you're....”
“Shh. It is a secret, and it's a secret you will take with you to your grave.” The sudden hardness in her gaze reawakened your fears. “My affairs are affairs of state, but sometimes I have needs. Sometimes I pretend...”
She stroked your cheek with a hoof, her eyes shining with lust, and her voice dripping with sex.
60MP Prompt #7: The Mane Six all do something special together for Hearts and Hooves Day.
Six slightly flustered ponies gathered in Twilight Sparkle's library.
“OK, girls... we all know what happened. Now we need to figure out why.”
“...and have the best Hearts and Hooves party ever!”
“That was awesome!”
“Ah gotta admit, that sure was some sticky fun.”
“It... it was nice... I really didn't mind...”
“As long as we never speak of it again, I will treasure the memory.”
“I know one thing – I wouldn't have done that without a very, very good reason. Time travel is difficult and dangerous, and I've never taken so many ponies back with me. We won't have very long...”
Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Fluttershy, and Rarity sat in a circle.
“...everypony hold hooves...”
Twilight's eyes shut as the glow around her horn brightened and began to throw off sparks.
“...here we go!”
Her eyes flew open, burning with mystic light. There was a blinding purple flash as the curtain between present and past was ripped open. Six ponies jumped back in time, and prepared themselves for a very important date.
A moment later, the front door of the library opened, and six blushing, sticky ponies gathered around in a circle.
“I... think we all need a moment to catch our breath.”
“Land sakes... I can't believe Ah just... we all just...”
“I didn't know I tasted so good!”
“Rarity, are you going to be all right?”
“I'm fine... I'm fine, darling, I'm just not thinking straight.”
“Well, after that, who would be?”
Twilight sniffed the air. “All right, they already went back. Let me make us some tea...”
One hour ago, three little fillies bounced into their clubhouse. There was a lot they didn't know.
They didn't know what they were good at. Despite their best efforts, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo were still blank-flanks, with no sign of their special talents.
They didn't know what to do with themselves after school. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom glared at Sweetie Belle, who had gotten a stack of Hearts and Hooves Day cards twice the size of her friends'.
A year's time had changed a lot of things. The Crusaders were a small step closer to adulthood, and just as they had been unfairly prevented from getting their cutie marks, growth hadn't been fair to the trio, either. Sweetie Belle was something of an early bloomer, and was half a head taller than her best friends.
They didn't know that they still had a sealed flask of the Love Poison tucked away in the cupboard.
A year's time had changed that, too.
They squabbled, they made up. They left to go play in the orchard, and take their minds off their childish problems.
Applejack had heard the girls squabbling, and ducked behind a tree as she saw them leave their clubhouse.
The trip back in time had left her a little disoriented. Still, she remembered the familiar flask, now filled with a yellow-green substance that could only imprecisely be called a liquid. She carefully removed it from the clubhouse's crude cupboard, and stepped back outside to the orchard.
“What the hay do y'all think y'all're doin'?”
Applejack looked up, and saw herself, looked down, and saw the flask filled with volatile fermented potion in her mouth. “No,” she thought, “this here don't look right at all.”
Applejack ran for it, with Applejack in hot pursuit.
Applejack, carrying the flask, had an inkling just how much trouble she was in. Applejack trailed her by a length, and the slightest hesitation would result in disaster.
“You git back here, you Changelin' hussy! Ah ain't lettin' you steal from mah sister!”
“Ain't that just like me,” Applejack thought ruefully, “jumpin' to conclusions.”
A single puffy cloud hovered overhead. Rainbow Dash poked her sleepy head over the edge, and saw Applejack chasing Applejack to the outskirts of town.
She shook her head, and dove from the cloud. No way was she gonna let some lame Changeling catch her best friend...
A few moments later, two battered and bruised ponies stormed into Twilight's library.
“Twi, we've got a situation here!”
“Well, he ha'nt, but ya'll went and kept me from catchin' that Changeling!”
Twilight Sparkle looked up from her cup of tea and blinked blearily. “Changelings? Here, in Ponyville?”
“She looked exactly like Applejack!”
“An' then this fool filly went and clomped the wrong one!”
“How was I to know? I couldn't tell the difference!”
It was a little too early to try to be the voice of reason, but Twilight had to try. She loved her friends too much not to.
“Listen carefully... if you really spotted a Changeling, then all of Ponyville may be in danger! Do you remember what it was doing?”
“It had a bottle of some kinda liquid the color of fresh hay in its mouth when Ah ran it off. It got it from the clubhouse in the orchard...”
“The Crusaders' clubhouse?”
“That's the one.”
Twilight thought for a moment. “Perhaps it's a potion. I know Apple Bloom has an aptitude in alchemy, and Zecora tells me she's an superb student. The girls may be planning a repeat of last year's trouble with Big Mac and Cheerilee...” Her magic fetched a thick volume from her shelves, and she flipped through the pages. “But Love Poison is pink! What could those silly fillies be up to?”
Applejack thanked her lucky stars that Rainbow Dash had distracted her past self. Maybe they could change the past... even if the past had been an awful lot of fun. She carefully set the flask down, and stopped to catch her breath.
A pink blur shot out of a bush, grabbed the bottle, and streaked off to the center of town.
“Consarn it!”
Twilight Sparkle was wide awake now, paging though her third encyclopedic reference on potions. The more she heard, the more she worried. She looked up from her book, irritated, as a pink party pony bounced into her study.
“Mmph mph mmmhm mphm!” Pinkie Pie sounded triumphant, and dropped the flask on the floor.
The liquid bubbled menacingly, but the bottle didn't break.
Twilight teleported to the bottle and shooed her friends back. “Oh! Oh my! Girls, stand back!”
She teleported back to her reading stand. “Love Poison left to lay ferments into the legendary lascivious Lust Liquor!”
“Lust Liquor?” echoed Applejack.
“Lust Liquor! Unlike Love Poison, it's not deadly – but even a whiff of it will liberate latent desires! What you have there is an orgy in a bottle! It's what happens when Love Poison is left to ferment!”
“Ooh,” whispered a quiet voice in the background. “That sounds dangerous.”
“If the Changelings get their hands on it, we're doomed! We need to find a safe place to store it.”
Fluttershy stepped forward. No one had noticed her enter the library.
“I... I can keep it in my cottage.”
Applejack looked puzzled. “Sugarcube, are you sure? This could get dangerous if the Changelings are after it.”
“I'm sure.” Fluttershy hoped her voice sounded just nervous enough.
“Do it, Fluttershy! But be careful, and make sure nopony sees you!”
“I will.”
Fluttershy took the flask and gently flapped back home. She felt bad about tricking her friends like that, but she knew what was about to happen. Changing the past was no laughing matter.
The girls watched Fluttershy fly back to her cottage, then huddled to consult on their plan.
“We'd best stick together. If we lose sight of each other, them Changelin's kin trick us!”
“Good thinking, A.J. If I'm not mistaken, Rarity has a spa appointment, so we better pick her up and tell her what's going on!”
Twilight Sparkle led Pinkie, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash to the spa, where a visibly relaxed Rarity sauntered out the front door...
...closely followed by a flushed Fluttershy.
“Consarn it.”
The six galloped full speed to Fluttershy's cottage. They knew full well they were charging into an ambush – but letting the Lust Liquor fall into Changeling hooves was a risk nopony was willing to take.
Fluttershy landed on her front porch, crouched, as if to buck her door down, and daintily picked up the spare key to the front door from under her doormat.
“On my mark,” growled Twilight.
The six stormed Fluttershy's cottage. To absolutely nopony's surprise, six exact copies of them stood next to the bottle of bubbling Lust Liquor.
“We know what you're thinking, dears,” purred the replica Rarity. “But we aren't those horrid bug creatures.”
“Because I remember you doing it, silly! Hey, everypony up for an orgy?”
There was a moment of shock, followed by nodding.
“Three – two – one – here we go!”
A pair of pink hooves swept the bottle off the table.
It shattered, and all twelve coughed as the volatile Lust Liquor vaporized.
Rainbow Dash was the first to fall beneath the caresses of her twin. A Fluttershy realized a life-long dream, and probed the raised rump of the upper Dash with her muzzle, licking her puffy blue slit.
A Twilight thought about all the times she had admired Dash's wings, and her secret dreams of preening them. She tried to remember the procedure as a Pinkie Pike parted her purple pussy, eager to help that pretty little bookworm relax a little.
Another Fluttershy locked eyes with a Rarity, and they entwined their rear hooves and rubbed their perky pink pony parts together. Another Rarity smacked Applejack's firm ass as they watched a Twilight vigorously nuzzling another Applejack's clit.
A twisting pile of twelve perverse ponies did all the secret things they had always wanted to do to each other. The interlocking bodies licked and caressed and moaned.
Muzzles nuzzled wings, horns flared. Twilight Sparkle rolled around with Twilight Sparkle, both hungrily eating each other out, lustfully licking each other in the perfect rhythm. A pair of Fluttershies pinned a Dash down with a flurry of kisses as a Rarity expertly tongued her to orgasm.
An Applejack watched until she could stand no more, and grabbed a very wet and willing Dash by the tail. Soon they were joined by a bouncing pink ball of libido and sweaty curls. The two rivals winked at each other, began mercilessly mauling the party pony's pinkest parts.
Twelve ponies made a polymorphously perverse pile of pure pony pleasure.
A Twilight whispered into another Twilight's ear. “We're running out of time. You need to get to the library.”
Twilight sighed. “Time travel?”
“Told you we weren't Changelings,” purred a flushed, sticky Rarity.
Twilight pouted. She had been enjoying the three-way with herself and Rarity.
“Well, the reviews said it was pretty good. We'll see.”
“It's lovely of you to come to look after little Twilight tonight, Princess...”
Cadance nodded. “Please, Mrs. Twilight, call me Cadance. It is always my pleasure to sit for your daughter.”
Moondancer scowled at the clock on the wall. “Geez, where's Shiny? He has practice later tonight, and the coach said he'd better be on time...”
“Now, Darling,” cooed Twilight, “He won't be tardy.”
The purplish-gray mare turned to the pretty pink princess. “Well, since you have an exam next week, I hope our little one doesn't keep you from studying. When is your study partner coming?”
“Later,” smiled Cadance, betraying a little nervousness.
Moondancer winked at Cadance. “Well, you kids stay out of trouble. We'll be home by midnight. Come on, dear!”
Twilight and Moondancer met their young son, Shining Armor, as he barreled his way towards a hall closet. “Hey Ma, hey Pa, gotta get a move on.”
He hardly seemed to notice as they left. As he rushed back out the door with his sport saddlebags, Princess Cadance stopped him short.
“Hey there,” she purred. “You're in a hurry.”
“I don't wanna be late. So, where's Twily?”
“She's up in her room, reading.” Cadance was enjoying delaying the serious young colt.
“Hah, of course.” Shining Armor tried to peer through the pink alicorn and get a glimpse of the front door.
Cadance noticed, but kept it to herself, and blocked his way out. “Rocky is coming in a few minutes. We're going to study together.” She smiled, and added an unspoken “And I bet you're really, really jealous, aren't you?”
Shining Armor looked at the clock meaningfully. “Rocky, huh... think I know him, he doesn't seem really bright. You tutoring him?”
Cadance nodded, making her ponytail bob. “Hah,” she thought, “I got him to say something mean. He's jealous!”
“Well,” she said, “I think I can help him out a little.”
“Well, that's great. Gotta go!”
Shining Armor rushed past Cadance and bolted for the door, hitting full gallop on the way out.
Cadance pouted.
“Not jealous enough,” a voice in the back of her mind growled, and she resolved to find a way to make him so.
Of course she could use magic, but that would be cheating, and also a step towards... towards something that terrified her.
Twilight and Moondancer chose to watch “Frankie Foal's Day Off”, and immediately regretted it.
“He's... an exploitative jerk,” Moondancer murmured.
“Well, obviously events will catch up to him, and he'll be forced to face the consequences,” whispered Twilight.
“Probably. Maybe. But how long are we going to have to wait?”
Twilight nibbled her husband's ear and purred, “Well, I think I have a way to make the time pass a litte quicker... lean back...”
“Hey,” hummed the dark blue unicorn, “What's gotten into you?”
The gray mare smiled. “I deal with horrible teenagers all the time. Tonight I wanna have fun.” Her hoof pushed her husband back in the seat.
They had a whole row to themselves. A few licks coaxed the tip of her husband's shaft from his sheath.
“If I'm going to put up with a dick on my night out, it might as well be a dick I like.”
Moondancer spine and shaft both stiffened. He struggled to look normal as his wife teased inch after inch of horsecock from his sheath, and also struggled not to make any noise.
Twilight knew what she was doing. Her head bobbed up and down as Moondancer feigned interest in the pictures on the screen. He hoped nopony could hear her quiet slurps...
Back at home, Twilight Sparkle flipped the last page closed on “A Child's Garden of Thaumaturgy”. It was silly, silly stuff, with lots of colorful pictures and too few words with too many gaps between learning and doing.
Cadance had told her not to bother her while she was studying with her friend, so Twilight Sparkle was extra special super quiet as she sneaked out of her bedroom.
Her first stop was her parents' bedroom. Sometimes Mommy and Daddy had fun books under the bed. Unfortunately, all she found was a mysterious elongated object that Daddy told her belonged to Mommy.
She guessed it must be Mommy's horn-warmer. It got all warm and tingly if you pressed the right button.
Cadance calculated. She was almost certain little Twilight would be asleep. She was about to fall asleep, too.
Rocky was as dense as his name suggested. “Still,” thought Cadance as she examined the red colt's vacant leer, “you're only bored if you're boring.”
“How about I put on a little music?” Cadance sashayed over to the gramophone. “At least this one is interested,” she thought, “but I wish he were more interesting.”
She grabbed an album she didn't know, something called “Pendulum”, and started the music.
“Cool,” drawled Rocky. “C'mere.”
There was nothing to be done. If Twilight Sparkle wanted a book, she'd have to go downstairs to get one. At least with that music playing, it'd be easier to sneak around.
As she approached her father's study, she glanced into the living room, and her curious nature got the better of her.
“What in Equestria is Cadance doing?” she thought, and hid beneath a coffee table piled with books.
Moondancer no longer cared when the protagonist of whatever stupid film they were watching was going to get his comeuppance. Twilight's head was bobbing vigorously in his lap, and he was about to com...
His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the usher's flashlight. The usher was an earth pony with a slicked back mane and mustache thin as a pencil line. Shocked into awareness, Moondancer could almost hear the usher's eyes roll.
“Oh, you kids...”
Twilight Sparkle watched the spectacle on the couch with wide purple eyes. This... this was fascinating. She unrolled a little scroll she carried with her, and began making notes.
The colt is lying on his back, making noises like I sometimes hear coming from Shiny's room when he won't let me in. Cadance appears to have his penis in her mouth, and is making noises like when I finish a big, big bowl of noodle soup, just shorter and more often.
This is obviously some sort of sexual display, yet what this has to do with all the stuff I read about fertilization is a mystery to me. Obviously, further research is required.
Twilight and Moondancer were mortified as the usher lead them out of the cinema. The usher drawled, “Listen, honey – I don't really have any pointers to give you, your technique looks pretty good. Just, could you two lovebirds find somewhere else to get it on, like the privacy of your own homes?”
Twilight blushed.
“I'm sorry, honey,” said Moondancer as he nuzzled his wife. “Let's go home.”
Some second sense alerted Cadance to the clopping of two sets of hooves coming closer. Panicked, she popped Rocky's cock out of her mouth.
“Sit up, you foal! They're coming!”
Rocky sat up, and tried to hide his erection under a pillow.
Cadance, flushed and blushing, looked into the flushed and blushing eyes of Twilight and Moondancer as they hurried to close the front door behind them.
“Well, I hope you kids got a lot of studying done,” said Moondancer awkwardly.
A small purple voice came from beneath the coffee table.
“Oh yes,” said young Twilight Sparkle, “It was very educational!”
Sexty Minute Pony Stories Prompt #8: Twilight Sparkle’s special talent in the bedroom.
Dear Princess Celestia,
in response to your answer to my last missive, yes, I am aware that the purpose of sex is to have fun. I fear I was too influenced by prominent sexologist like Maresters and Johnstallion, and attempted to write with a certain degree of scientific detachment. I promise that I will not skimp on the “hot wet sticky details” this time, although I ask your pardon that I have chosen to preserve the anonymity of the fellow members of my circle.
As I mentioned last letter, I formed a small group of open-minded fellow unicorns to explore the frontiers of sexual magic. It was not difficult to find unicorn mares willing to experiment with new sensations and share experiences, and I have personally found our times together to be remarkably satisfying.
Our group has a wide range of magical talent. One of our regulars, L.H., only developed her unicorn powers relatively late in life, partially due to a deficiency in the development of her pineal gland. Despite her limited abilities, she taught herself to use a visualization of a simple manipulator, with four jointed “fingers” and and opposing, similarly jointed “thumb” to perform simple everyday manipulation.
This adaptation to circumstances not only allowed her a normal range of unicorn activity, and allowed her to earn her sigil as a player of stringed instruments, it also gave her a unique perspective on unicorn sexuality.
Oh dear, I'm being too clinical. Perhaps a personal anecdote will shed some light on LH.'s unique gifts.
She has incredible dexterity in her ghostly “hand”. One evening, I let her bring me to orgasm with her mystic appendage. She started slowly, stroking my hood and lips with a light, almost imperceptible pressure.
I had been very much anticipating the evening in question. My studies and several small emergencies had not permitted me time and privacy to even pleasure myself, much less to search out the company of another pony. The rubbing from her “fingers” soon had me sopping wet.
As she slipped her first “digit” into me, it became clear that this was nowhere enough for me; her gentle and patient manipulations had gotten me so hot and loose that I begged her in a panting voice to slip another of her ghostly appendages inside me.
She, silly, crafty filly that she was, teased me, prolonging the process, probing inside my eager snatch. As she finally relented, I lay my head on a pillow and soon found even two of her “fingers” insufficient to sate my lust.
The third “finger” was a tight squeeze, but it swiftly brought me to a loud and messy orgasm. After a moment of silence, the other members of the circle clopped on the floor in approval.
L.H. then related several anecdotes to the assembly about the usage of her unique approach to unicorn telekinesis. Her partner, B.B., was quite fond of her ability to slap, and often began an intimate evening with an extended spanking session.
She also claimed that many stallions were fond of her brand of “manual” stimulation, enjoying not only a vigorous stroking of their shafts, but also holding and squeezing their balls, and even gentle probings of their often tight anuses.
Another valued regular member of our circle is R., a close friend of mine. What her magical grip lacks in pure physical strength, she more than compensates in her ability to handle multiple objects and her freakish coordination and sense of rhythm.
After a number of sessions, I was able to help her generalize her ability to find gems into an ability to find another pony's most sensitive areas. Her demonstrations of this remarkable ability have become quite popular among us, and it is satisfying to hear her tales of the many ways she has found to be a very, very naughty pony with her new-found ability.
On one evening when she was not available for a circle meeting, I took the liberty of attempting to duplicate her spot-finding ability. Soon, my find was filled with the precise locations of all of our most private, sensitive points, all the little areas begging for stimulation.
Suffice it to say, nopony left that meeting unsatisfied. My, it is amazing the range of vocalizations an orgasming mare makes!
Finally, we also sometimes open our circle to guests. One of them, a certain V.S., resident of Canterlot and professional entertainer, provided an impressive demonstration of the potential for sonic and infrasonic stimulation.
She was an engaging and chatty mare, who quickly gained our trust and camaraderie with her easy-going nature and often filthy tales of Canterlot decadence. Since her line of work takes her to many parties, she is a wonderful source of gossip from a whole slice of Canterlot life I never had the chance to see for myself in the course of my studies.
I gladly volunteered to help her demonstrate her technique. Low-frequency sound reached deep inside me, and I felt the vibrations not only in my marehood, but also in the bones of my hips. The sensation was odd, even a little uncomfortable at first, but I can attest that it is a remarkably effective means to bring nearly any pony to orgasm. Her power will find spots you never knew you had!
She also related one of her most private fantasies, and an ongoing project of hers. She wishes to find a sequence of notes and noises that is capable of bringing an entire discotheque of ponies to orgasm, simultaneously. I have little doubt that she will eventually succeed in her endeavor.
Finally, I would like to add that I have assembled complete notes for all of the many wonderful magical effects my circle has let me experience. While the notes, written in standard eldritch shorthand, are far too exhaustive to attach to this missive, I will be glad to contribute them to the Library at Canterlot by your leave. In addition to vastly extending my own personal repertoire of wonderful things to do to and with a special somepony, it is my sincere conviction that this represents a real, lasting contribution to pony magic.
Just, please do not publish it under my real name,
Sexty Minute Pony Stories Prompt #9: “Two ponies try a new position.”
Nurse Redheart checked Thunderlane's chart again. He was going to be all right, but he was also going to be stuck in bed for at least a week. She decided on discretion, and went to check on her other patients.
Thunderlane was grateful for the painkillers and Redheart's restraint. The last evening had started so well, even before the sudden trip to the emergency room.
Is wasn't hard to organize somepony to look after Rumble. Ponies liked the kid. He was gonna be real popular when he grew up.
Thunderlane had a free evening and he knew what he was going to be doing. A hoof-full of gel, and his mane stood at attention.
He hadn't expected to hook up with someone at the Ponyville Waterspout. Usually, getting sneezed on wasn't the way to start a romance, but Blossomforth was an unusual pegasus. When he came down with a cold, she was sweet enough to bring him some carrot soup and they convalesced together.
Since then, they had found various excuses to get together.
It was funny. Thunderlane mostly came to Ponyville to look after his half-brother Rumble. One thing after another made him settle down there and start to feel at home. The cheap airspace, the beautiful views, the steady and reasonably challenging work on a rural weather team.
He wondered if Blossomforth was going to become another thing tying him to Ponyville.
Blossomforth was also looking forward to the evening. Her cottage was near the fields of wildflowers just outside Ponyville.
She wanted to make sure she finished her meditations before her date with Thunderlane. At first, she thought he was just an ordinary, sky-obsessed pegasus, only interested in clouds and sun. Seeing him looking after his little brother made her reconsider, and wonder if there was something more to the sporty stallion.
There was, but he was very much more Mr. Right Now than Mr. Right.
She had begun a course to develop her magical powers. She had always envied earth ponies for their connection to the land and the beautiful flowers that sprouted from the fields. One of her most precious memories was flying out one icy spring morning, and looking down to see the crocuses greeting the warming sun; in an instant, she felt a connection with the tiny points of color below, and shared with them their hopes for the warmth and sun of the coming spring. It wasn't long before she was spending most of her time on the ground, learning everything she could about her floral friends. She was born a creature of sunlight and warm breezes, but she always wanted to understand and feel what was going on with them.
Her magical experimentation started with meditation, and over time, she began studying yoga, feeling the ground calling to her, learning how to stretch and clear her mind. She progressed from student to teacher, giving lessons to the other ponies in Ponyville.
Recently, she had tried using a crystals to develop her connection to growing things. Many ponies had claimed success using a forehead crystal in a simple headdress to develop their psychic potential. The exercises were certainly relaxing.
Thunderlane knocked on her door. She dismounted from her upside-down lotus position with a smart, wing-assisted back-flip, and rushed to the door.
He smiled sweetly at her. “Hello, Princess.”
Blossomforth crossed her eyes and looked up. She had forgotten to take off her head-dress. She giggled and bade him into her cottage.
The evening sun's rays caught dust motes in her simply decorated cottage. Cushions and pillows and mats were strewn on the floor, and simple wall scrolls decorated the pale yellow walls. It was her little temple of light. She placed her head-dress on a stand, careful to point the crystal “horn” due north, and fell into Thunderlane's embrace.
They both knew what they wanted. She soon found herself on her back on a mat, wings splayed in arousal, as Thunderlane's kisses moved due south. He had made a sweet joke last time about counting the freckles on her belly where her coat became thinner. It was hard not to blush as his kisses and licks moved on past her stiff little nipples, and began to explore her moist little slit.
If he kept on like this, she'd... well, she was ready. He was a very talented and sensitive stallion.
Through half-closed eyes, she saw that it wasn't only his wings that were fully erect.
“Let me try something.”
Putting her weight on her front hooves, she arched her back, lifting her hips over her head. Thunderlane didn't hesitate – soon the tip of his shaft was probing her wetness, and slowly and gently he entered her.
Blossomforth felt so wonderfully loose, and gave his testicles a few gentle kisses and licks as they batted against her muzzle. She was getting sloppier and sloppier, and tasted her own aroma dripping down his balls. All this was just getting her hotter.
“Wanna change?” Thunderlane was always astounded that Blossomforth could relax in the contorted positions she enjoyed.
Blossomforth had an idea. She thought about the head-stand she had used earlier in her meditation.
Pointing her hips to the ceiling, she panted, “Take me from above.” She had an idea how she could make the feeling of him inside her, filling her up, even more intense.
Thunderlane gingerly flapped his stiff wings, and then lowered himself down, his stiff cock sliding into Blossomforth's eager pussy. “Now,” she panted, “Twist!”
Thunderlane's flapping wings were now setting the rhythm. With some difficulty, he began flapping his wings in opposite directions.
The stallion's shaft rotated inside Blossomforth, making her squeal with pleasure. Thunderlane felt a twinge at the base of his wings, but her cries of pleasure made him keep going, going until...
A muscle spasmed in the base of his left wing, and the both tumbled to the ground. Grunting through the pain, Thunderlane moaned, “Y... you OK?”
Blossomforth's blue eyes filled with concern. “Oh! What happened?”
“I... I think I slipped a disk...”
Soon, the two blushing ponies were waiting in the Emergency Room of Ponyville General Hospital. Blossomforth did her best to comfort the moaning Thunderlane.
She tried to think of a good story to explain the accident. So did Thunderlane.
Equestria After Dark Speed Clop Prompt #3: A Pony Swapping Sexes
Well, that had certainly been something.
Twilight Sparkle woozily stood up from the magic circle, and staggered over to the mirror on the wall.
A purple stallion – not unlike her brother – looked back from behind the glass. She smiled.
No, to be exact – he smiled back.
It had all started almost a year ago. Twilight had made a point of looking after Princess Luna, especially after the near-disaster that was her visit to Ponyville on Nightmare Night. Twilight could easily understand Luna’s loneliness and disaffection, and she felt it was her duty to ensure that the Princess of the Night no longer feel the deadening neglect and the bitter sting of jealousy that led to the rise of Nightmare Moon.
It didn’t take long before Twilight’s duty became Twilight’s obsession. Luna was not merely friendly; she blossomed as the trust grew between them. The well-meaning purple unicorn suddenly had someone to talk to about her studies under Celestia, someone to confess her fears of failing her mentor. The midnight-blue alicorn, in turn, finally had a special somepony to whom she could confide her feelings, her joys and fears.
It did not help that Twilight thought Luna perhaps the most beautiful mare she had ever seen. Twilight soon caught herself wondering if those precious moments she spent with the Princess of the Night meant as much to Luna as they did to her. Every book she could find confirmed that this was the first symptom of infatuation.
Then things came to a head. Twilight, wishing no harm, asked Luna what she was up to during the wedding of Princess Cadence and her brother. Luna’s reaction was volcanic, and her trust in Twilight was deep enough that she didn’t hold back.
“THAT SILLY FILLY PRETENDING TO BE ONE OF US!” Lightning crashed. “SHE REFUSES TO ASCEND! SHE REJECTS THE POWER AND THE DUTY TO RULE! ALL TO MARRY THY BROTHER!” A metal-shod hoof stamped the stone floor, and Luna’s voice grew quiet and menacing. “We sometimes ponder whether we should seduce him… he most pleasantly reminds me of thee…”
Twilight was shocked at the time, but a little thought sparked an idea, an idea that became a plan. She would be remiss in her duty to her friend Luna and to Equestria to let the Princess of the Night fall prey to jealousy and turn away from love. Perhaps this was her chance, her chance to show Luna the feelings that had been growing inside all this time.
The research was simple work. The spell was learned and mastered within a week.
Now Twilight Sparkle, now a stallion, waited nervously for the Princess of the Night to come to him, and hoped he was not making a terrible mistake.
Princess Luna fluttered down from the star-strewn sky, smiling cheerfully as she came to the appointed meeting place, and then stopping mid-stride, mouth agape as she saw the transformed Twilight Sparke.
“What… what have you done?”
“Princess, it’s me, Twilight Sparkle!”
“What madness is this? You’re – a stallion…” Her voice trailed off.
Twilight’s baritone voice assumed a tender tone, “Yes, Princess. I studied the Codex of Changes, and learned a transformation spell. I – there are things I have wanted to tell you…”
Twilight’s voice became uncertain, and trailed off. Luna did not look happy, her gaze downcast, her voice whispering, “O, foal!”
In an instant, the Princess’ aspect changed, and she reared up on her back hooves and bellowed, “AND WOULD THOU LOVE US, TWILIGHT SPARKLE?”
Twilight swallowed his pride, and peered at the Princess from beneath his bangs, his face flushing with sudden shame. “Yes,” he whispered.
Princess Luna thrust her chin high and looked away from her friend. Twilight could barely read her expression in the darkness. Was she angry? Was she insulted?
The Moon Princess opened her eyes, now glowing with an inner luminance, and narrowed them as she approached Twilight Sparkle. It was a moment before Twilight saw the wicked little smile, and saw Luna lick her lips. “Would thou tarry with me, dearest Twilight?”
Twilight felt a novel sensation. Something was happening with his loins, a pink tip, slightly damp, protruded from his purple sheath. The awkwardness had been doubled. It was little wonder the pegasi compared the involuntary stiffening of their wings to this unfortunate quirk of male anatomy. Twilight tried to think about something, anything else than the growing stiffness.
Luna’s gaze went exactly where Twilight feared it would, and she tittered behind a hoof. “O, my dear – art thou happy to see me?”
Twilight Sparkle felt the blood rushing from her brain. Luna winked and whispered in his ear, “Methinks we should retire to our bedchambers…”
It took a moment for it to sink in that Twilight should join her.
Luna’s boudoir was a vault of black, hung with twinkling points of light. The illumination was ghostly, and Twilight could hardly believe how quickly Luna was able to remove her royal raiment. The strange, dreamlike feeling of laying on Luna’s gigantic bed was only strengthened as a Luna pranced, pirouetted, and then pounced onto the mattress, her eyes glowing softy in a way Twilight had never seen before.
Twilight’s unfamiliar genitalia seemed to be having a ball. Was goop supposed to just leak out of the end like that? And the throbbing was so terribly distracting, and how do stallions not knock it into things when it’s stiff like that?
And… why was watching and feeling Princess Luna eagerly slurping the translucent liquid making it throb even harder?
Luna gave Twilight a sly look, turned away, raised her haunches, and lifted her ethereal tail. Her pink slit shone like a moist nebula in the almost black midnight-blue patch of coat surrounding her flanks and rump, and a foot-long throbbing animal instinct bade Twilight to mount her.
Twilight had wanted to enter Luna slowly, but that damned cock and the Princess had other plans. The sensation of Luna encompassing its entire length, inside a pussy that had very obviously needed attention for some time now, bidding Twilight with gentle bumps to fuck her, harder and faster.
A sensation of pressure built up inside Twilight’s large purple testicles. “Oh no, no no not so quick…”
Thinking quickly, Twilight Sparkle pulled out of Luna’s delicious warmth, and nature took its course. Gout after gout of semen spurted all over the Princess of the Night’s tail, her haunches, her flanks – even her wings. Blushing, Twilight watched in horror as Luna’s night sky body gained a messy, musky new Milky Way.
“I… I’m sorry… you felt so good…”
Luna laughed. She was the playful Princess Twilight had come to know and then love.
“Oh, dear. It’s been many a year ‘ere I must train some over-eager colt in the arts of love.”
The Princess smiled sweetly. “’Tis a sweet memory. Come, lay with me… with your vigor and eagerness, you should stand ready again soon…”
It was true, too. Now that the strange feelings awakened by the erection had passed, Twilight could return to more familiar ground. Pleasuring a mare – and especially the Princess she had lusted after – was happy and gratifying work. The first stirrings of a returning stiffness came as Twilight licked the Princess’s hot little pink pearl, making her pant for breath. Luna’s magical touch on the growing shaft brought back happy memories of that one russet pony Twilight used to play “fountains” with – she would make him lay on his back, and laugh as his seed splattered on his face. He never seemed to mind.
Their second try was far more satisfying for both of them. Twilight was frustrated to be so lacking in endurance, but the eager licking had brought Luna very near the edge. The Princess’ moans brought on another, smaller paroxysm of squirting, now gratifyingly deep inside her. “Aye, valiant stallion, let us milk you dry…”
They lay in bed, together, and Luna held Twilight close with a wing.
Luna glanced at Twilight’s muscular, round purple buttocks, and gave them a playful slap. “I daresay as a stallion, thou could find many a stallion to show thee unknown pleasures.”
“’Tis short-sighted of me to be so blinkered in my tastes. Forever is a very long time, and I would gladly love thee as a mare, dearest Twilight.”
